I found this: http://psychematters.com/papers/hinshelwood2.htm ...to be an interesting website. QQ you might like this.
Think, Wes. It's not the problem that one has compassion for. It's the person, and the person would exist without the problem.
True, but how does the realization of a problem necessarily stifle it? Is "putting your self-loathing aside" having compassion for yourself? I don't understand how your post before the quote above related to itself. If you do that, can you really have compassion for someone else? (i'd say, maybe but maybe not). I'm just confused as to your subject. It seems you keep changing who you're talking about. Maybe I just don't get your writing style. Dissecting it is too cumbersome for the moment, so... Meh. Regardless, you can ask for compassion all day.. or ask it of others unto each other, but you can't expect to get it, or that if you do you'll recognize it.
I hope the US government never gets hold of this thread. They would probably use it at Gitmo as a torture technique. No one could stand the intense pain of having to read through this interminably stupid thread. :bugeye:
No I don't think you could. What I give here at the forums is analysis. You have never met me. You don't know me. You don't know what I think of as compassion. It seems to me you are just frustrated, don't want to talk and take the opporutinity for a cheap shot when you get that way. As you wish.
I've seen your "analysis." It's sort of like calling someone a "super-passive pussy" and pretending that doing so is not a personal attack intended to hurt someone who has shown vulnerability. No, I lie. It's exactly like that because that's what you did. You've changed the map, Wes. Live with it.
What a super-passive pussy thing to say. Hey I can live with that. Nice diversion from the subject btw.
Well, that act of Wes's has been pretty well destroyed. That's what needs to happen when he tries to take advantage of politeness as if politeness were weakness.
Don't know why you think I'm acting and that there was something to destroy. Don't know why you think you know what needs to happened. Not sure how you could reach the conclusion that I was trying to take advantage of politeness as if it were weakness. It's a bummer we can't communicate. I do wish you'd try, but you only can in spurts. That will have to do. Such is the way. What else is there to say?
What you are doing, Wes, is trying to get inside my head so you can hurt me. You screwed the pooch a long time ago when you called me a "pussy" because I said that I was having trouble with bullies. To me that means that you absolutely positively intent to damage me in any way that you can. There is no positive interpretation of the way you handled that thread.
I don't want to hurt you. I wouldn't mind empowering you, but I don't think I can. I don't know if you can either. The fact is, anyone who gets inside your head will hurt you whether they mean to or not. It's apparently a very painful place for you alone, let alone allowing anyone else in. It is my nature to try to assist people in positive thought processes. I don't think of it the same way you do. I can ignore you for the most part but if you say something I find compelling enough to respond, I will. This time you started commenting on something I'd said, so I thought I'd try to discuss it with you. I've called you a lot of things. I don't take any of them back. I don't intend to hurt you with them, nor did I at the time. If a forceful conversation which you willingingly participate in will damage you so, why undertake it? I was rather sickened by some of the ideas you presented. You see it's weird to me. I will call it as I see it you see. It's not with the intention to harm. It's with the intention of brutal honesty. It's with the intention of crushing denial. I see now. You have become your denial. So when I try to crush it, you take it as trying to crush you. Damn that is sad bro. You see, I just want to crush it because I think IT is what hurts you, and to you it's what keeps you alive. Hmmm. That's harsh. I'm not sure what to tell you. I go on the presumption that if you have to accept such lies to yourself, you're so detached from clarity that there is no point. I mean you, me, anyone. I try to be as plain about things as possible. In my lexicon, if I called you a pussy, and I do remember using the term but not the context, that's saying "you are getting played like a weak punk". Generally I feel "hope the brother can figure out depunkification", and will lend a hand if possible. Your vehemence though, pissed me off, so I was harsh with the words. I don't bottle my annoyance. I express it. I do not apologize for cursing at your annoyingly frustrating ass. But if you think about it for a minute, you'll realize that you cannot annoy me. I can only be annoyed by you... so any frustration I vent at you is MY problem. You're making it yours. I understand people can push, but it's when you hold onto it that to me, is a problem. Kind of stands in contradiction of your hippy wannabe thing, just for the record. anyway, get over yourself, ass. hehe. don't you see that you're projecting your shit all over the place!!?!?! we all are. you see the world through your disgust of bullies. it colors anything you allow it to, which apparently any time something doesn't go your way, it becomes an immediate candidate for a fresh new spray paint of the lovely, xenophobic "I don't have to respect that piece of trash, so now I'm free to hurt IT (not him or her)", kind of color. i see the world through this big balance thing that's hard as hell to explain because it's one massive inter-related whack job of a reality. i'm fascinated by lots of stuff. I'm fairly confident about what I do and how I'll be recieved by people. I'm wrong sometimes and forgive myself for it. I bask in the beauty of my flaws and those around me. I bask in how perfect it is, the grand balance. too fucking cool how it all seems to work to me. sometimes it's tragic as fuck too. I figure you have a choice though usually.. since the choice between beauty and tragedy is often arbitrary, when possible... choose beauty - but don't bullshit yourself about it the fact that tragedy could be an unfortunate event away.
I also think the closer you are to seeing life as a tragedy, the harder you need to look to figure out why you're missing the beauty. The world as you relate to it is an extension of yourself. Can you project the beauty inside your mind, that which is espressed in your attitude towards life... onto those bullies without having to bully them into accepting it? Can you do it to everything you see?
Even with the bullies as a problem, it's just common sense. You come on like a jackass and defend it, then I think you're a jackass. No prior negative experiences necessary. Try to stop insulting my intelligence.
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