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impressions #2 : "taken for a fool"
It’s morning. I wake in my empty halfway house that’s like a quiet motel, a bed and breakfast that’s all fast with no break. I make my way to the day’s work on a new trail I’ve barely ever walked before and pass by an odd roadside kitchen. “Teriyaki Burrito House.” Huh. I’m intrigued but it’s early, the doors are bolted and I can’t see myself ever eating here. Fast forward 12 hours and I’m meandering home the same way I went to work in the morning, lost in thought, passing a hospital thinking of a nurse I met days ago who reminded me of another girl I’d fallen too much for too quickly. I’m like that, falling hard like a rock into a pit of self-pity, alright? Go figure though, I pass by Teriyaki house again except now it’s open and I’m hungry. I walk in and I don’t know who to greet first, is it the skinny man at the grill or the woman who might be his daughter, might be his wife? They’re both equally busy somehow in this vacant food-delivery joint with grease caked on its security camera and an odor like burnt pans inside. I order from them both at once and wait hungrily for my burrito fusion-food, throw in a Thai iced tea for a day-end treat. Now I’m walking back to my empty nest and I’m eating off a plate that I’ve just unpacked for solely this burrito, meanwhile I’m feeling crammed in and claustrophobic by my own mountain range of packed goods and boxes. The most soothing sight for my buried-in eyes is the bookcase that’s haphazardly filled with journalism and entertainment and opposite that a window above a creaking bed that has two settings, wholly shut on the stifling heat or wholly open onto the majestic Manhattan-facing view from the east and below. There’s no half-open window option, no screen to keep out the bugs. I’ve got my fan going for a tolerable breeze and I’m reading now and I can feel the food coming through me horribly with a vengeance. Next thing I know I’m singing praise and Hallelejuh, God is great, the worst is past and miraculously it seems I’m alive. Yes indeed, the worst diarrhea makes you truly appreciate the blessings of life so long as you drink your water after. Then I’ve got the moon half-watching my stasis through its half-open lid and the night is dragging on but tomorrow will bring another what? Another empty home in the morning, and I think of what it is to be alone. It is riveting and it is eye-opening. It is dark out but my darkest corners feel illuminated like a full moon. Like a dog left home alone, I find peace and I sleep until tomorrow comes.

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impressions #1 : "don't save us from the flames"
I’m in a car and mom’s driving. Not that I’m young, I’m an adult and I know it because mom’s driving and we’re nowhere near home on an empty highway somewhere in Delaware. Mom never drove far when I was a kid, not just her and me alone like we’re racing to drop our cares like so many dead bugs on a windshield. She’s driving and I’m proud of her for driving and also I’m captivated by a sight I see and know but never saw before. It’s a nuclear power plant in the distance and it surprises me because (1) I’ve never seen one except on TV and it looks just like they do on TV, like this is the exact model nuclear plant they use on film and there’s no variation even in the scenery around us (low trees for miles). And (2) it surprises me because I didn’t know there was a nuclear plant here but somehow I felt like I should have known, like it was my responsibility as a citizen to know, like there was a state prison in my neighborhood and I’d never noticed it before. Yet it was nowhere near home and there was no reason to be surprised by it and I wasn’t scared of it or anything, really I was just surprised to see one right here suddenly in the distance. Then things got weird. I couldn’t see the plant so well anymore because of this smoke that was drifting into my field of vision as we plowed ahead. Black smoke – again like a movie – and I looked to my right thinking how cool it would be to see a controlled fire tearing through a farmer’s fields for reasons unknown, possibly an ancient land-clearing/fertilizing technique, because we’d been passing fields and fields of farms by the road – but then I see it’s not under control, it’s not on the farm. It’s smoke billowing heavily like a coal train pumping black carbon from a chimney, except it’s not a train, it’s somebody’s car at the front of a row of cars at the end of an exit ramp. A fire truck is pulling up just as I watch but the fire looks hot below and I catch myself wondering who was the next car in line behind the car that caught on fire? Was it a young man like me and did he jump from his seat to see if he could help, in a thousand degrees somehow hoping mindlessly he could pull someone free of a charring wreck and a hot tank of gas that might still be ready to explode. I thought about what I would do even as we passed on by, kept driving where we were going, and meanwhile the firefighters bracing themselves for the worst and a man or a woman or a family in a car behind the car that caught fire were lost behind a blur of trees. Either they were comforting someone who had almost lost everything or performing CPR heroically on someone fighting consciousness or maybe, realistically, pragmatically maybe they just stood shifting their weight nervously at the edge of the horrible, unseasonal heat and frowning grimly and wondering what they could have done, whatever could a mere mortal have done in the face of such monstrosity on a quiet, breezy Friday afternoon on the road into some town in Delaware. Then we rounded a turn in the road and the scene was lost and I never even knew where we were to look it up later for news of a fire or to find out what lives were saved, what lives lost from that day.
Day 183: Misophonia: Why do Eating Sounds make me Angry?
'I can't be around that person because they chew their food loudly and it makes me angry and irritated! Why can't they just chew their food quietly?!?' lol. Did you know this is actually classified as a disorder called 'Misophonia'?
"We've all dealt with that one classmate or co-worker that would eat his/her food obnoxiously loud, chomp away, and slurp soda as if no one else was around. While some cringe and move on, it turns out that for some people, these sounds can be a trigger for outrage -- a symptom for a real diagnosed abnormality. This "physiological abnormality" is called misophonia, and diagnosed people instantly feel rage, and "feel their chest tighten," when they hear the sounds of other people eating or breathing. The anxiety and overwhelming rage is so pronounced that some, like Ms. Siganoff, reported by NYtimes, can't eat at the same table with her husband. There are no effective treatment as of now, and people with this abnormality, such as Siganoff, try to cope with the condition as best as they can; Siganoff remains "enraged until she explodes and says 'shut up,' or 'stop it.'" From: Misophonia Disorder: When Sounds of Eating Cause Rage
This is really really ridiculous. It's strange how we never question such points of irritation, we just accept that apparently it 'makes sense' that for example, the sound of someone chewing causes me to experience irritation and anger. But - please explain to me -- what is the actual process that takes place where the sound of chewing apparently releases some kind of reaction-inducing chemical or force that permeates your solar plexus area and magically induces a reaction of irritation and anger? Obviously -- there is no such process that takes place. So what's actually going on? If we're Self Honest we'll see -- when the person is chewing, we immediately access a negative judgment, a negative-charged association toward the sound, toward the person. We immediately start backchatting in our minds 'oh that's so irritating, that's so annoying, that makes me angry, that sound is so annoying and irritating and it's making me so irritated and annoyed!' -- I mean, we really work ourselves up, reacting more and more, the more we participate in this backchat. So obviously -- our reaction is our own problem, it has nothing to do with the actual sound of the person chewing. We're reacting because of our own Judgment. Just as a white supremacist will react to a black person because of the Judgments they've programmed themselves with, the judgments they believe to be real and valid, the judgments they've defined themselves within. Funny how we'll call racists and warmongers ridiculous and fanatical, but we don't want to look at our own fanaticism in how we accept and allow ourselves to participate in judgments toward each other in such ridiculous ways. The problem is, the judgment has an origin point - we've just forgotten about it. Because, when we were a toddler -- we didn't give a shit about the sound of people chewing. You'll notice you probably have no memory of yourself reacting and backchatting to yourself as a 3 year old 'man, that sound of the person is chewing is so irritating!'. That indicates that the reaction, the judgment had a starting point -- where, something that happened, some event, caused one to develop this judgment toward that sound. For me, when I investigated this within myself, I found that the reason I became so irritated and judgmental toward people chewing loudly -- is because when I was young I was told -- chew with your mouth closed, don't smack your mouth, don't talk with your mouth full. And, I was told this repeatedly until I started to believe that if I chew with my mouth open and make smacking sounds - I'm 'bad'. Then, later on I reached an age where I started noticing around maybe 9 or 10 years old or so, that I found myself becoming extremely irritated by the sound of other people making smacking sounds or talking with their mouth full. Now, I had always had this memory of when I first noticed 'how annoying that sound is' - but I had never investigated it - I never questioned How and Why I came to this point of irritation toward the smacking sound. Because as far as I was concerned, reactions, feelings, and emotions are just 'who I am'. And thus, if I experience a reaction toward someone, there's nothing I can do about it - and it must be 'their fault', 'they' are the one that must stop doing what They are doing. But what I found in writing about this point, was that the reason I experienced this reaction of irritation and thus judgment toward the person making the smacking sounds, is because I existed within the belief that when you make smacking sounds while you're eating - you're 'bad', and you're 'impolite'. I had learned to eat within suppression - within a form of controlling myself, suppressing myself in fear of being told I'm bad or 'not polite' if I were to make smacking sounds. Within this, I had then actually defined myself within the idea of 'being polite' and 'having good manners', because when I would have good manners - I would be praised and complimented instead of reprimanded. So - I became this polite, well-mannered child so that I could be safe from being yelled at -- but all from the starting point of suppressing myself in fear of feeling like 'I'm bad'. The fascinating thing I found within this, was that people who chewed loudly or made smacking sounds or whatever, actually represented like this 'freedom', that I had judged as 'irresponsible', and 'bad', and 'impolite' -- because I had defined myself within the idea that chewing loudly means I am 'irresponsible', and 'bad', and 'impolite'. I found that, with people who make smacking sounds when they eat, or talk with their mouth full - they represent what I've suppressed through self judgment and self belief, long time ago when I was very young. And, I had defined myself within the idea of 'being polite', and 'being well mannered', which made me 'happy' - because through being polite and well mannered I was able to receive compliments and praise rather than receiving scolding. I had defined myself within an experience of 'happiness' through being 'polite', within the starting point of fearing feeling like a 'bad person' within being scolded. So, when I would hear someone chewing loudly or talking with their mouth full -- this like, completely fucked with my idea and definition of myself as 'polite' and 'well mannered' -- because I could actually See that - there's really nothing 'wrong' or 'bad' with making smacking sounds while eating -- which would mean what? It would mean that my entire definition of myself and experience of 'happiness' within being 'polite' and 'well mannered', is not valid! So - the reaction of irritation, blame, anger directed toward the person making smacking sounds, was like a way of defending my definition of myself, defending my happiness -- like, where the urge to tell the person 'why can't you be quiet when you're eating!' is a way of trying to manipulate the other to feel bad about themselves so I can continue feeling like my definition of myself as 'well mannered' is valid. This is an example of Self Honesty - where, I'm actually looking at who I am - my starting point - within what I'm experiencing toward others. Whereas, with 'honesty' - one might say: 'Honestly, I find that sound annoying'. But - within that one is actually existing in Self Dishonesty -- in denying that Self is the actual Cause of what Self is experiencing - even though through simply writing out the experience and tracing it back to the beginning, one can see it is one's own participation in judgments, beliefs, definitions, suppressions, that are fueling the experience. So is 'Misophonia' really a 'physiological disorder'? Is the body to blame? Is the brain to blame? No -- all we've done is accept and allow ourselves to program our physical bodies to react, based in our accepted and allowed definitions, ideas, beliefs and judgments. So it's more like 'Me-So-Phony-ya'. lol. So, to remove this 'phony disorder', which is really just a Personality that we've designed -- we then have to walk through and identify all the Acceptances and Allowances through which we designed the reaction as a Personality possessing the physical body. In the next post I'll walk the steps of how one can actually remove this entire personality of being 'irritated by the sound of someone eating'.
Day 184: Misophonia: Self Forgiveness on Anger toward Eating Sounds
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