Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Psychosocial Contagion

Social media is just overflowing with ridiculous psychobabble and terrible relationship advice. No wonder everybody is miserable, sad, lonely, confused. You have one side telling everyone to ghost anyone whose basic human imperfections and/or needs make them feel inconvenienced or uncomfortable because they are the toxic personality-disorder-of-the-week and it's purely "self-care" to block them from your life. Okay, as if any of us is perfect. Then on another side you have people pretending to be clairvoyants and empaths and whatnot who keep telling everyone that the person that ghosted them is coming back changed and ready to be perfect, just have patience and don't reach out to them first. Wow. Feeding delusions is not helpful. I'm struck by the numbers of people who are feeling stuck in situations where there isn't any communication. Well, humans developed language for a reason, you know. We all do better when we actually talk to each other, even when we are fearful of the reactions.  

I think I've changed my mind about TikTok. Previously I doubted its danger and thought the government dummies just didn't want people to be able to share information on an app that wasn't under their influence. I still do think that's part of the issue, but after it was briefly "banned" and came back I realized another problem that I'd kind of considered but hadn't really thoroughly examined. TikTok does censor language and people create code words for topics that seem to be sensitive to being censored. I've noticed a lot of these topics are somewhat fantastical like UAPs and other phenomena. It's frustrating to see a wave of videos of people who are claiming to see things that are obviously not what they are thinking they are just because they either never looked at the night sky before and don't know what's normal or they just want to jump on the trend regardless of reality. 

The secret and valuable TikTok algorithm seems to be made to create these psychosocial contagions. Things become viral and that is the actual goal of most TikToks because so many content creators are getting paid for views, likes, shares, and so on.  Of course, there are people like me who just post occasionally without really aiming for widespread viewing. But the structure of TikTok with its pay-out to creators who are part of the creator fund and with big enough audiences is based on getting as many views as possible. And big creators make a whole lot of money with their content. It is a contagion in that trends spread quickly. Many of the viral topics tend to be factually inaccurate, socially inflammatory (rage-bait), etc., but there is a also more benign entertainment.   

Anyway, no wonder everybody is confused and lonely. Social media at its best brings us together but unfortunately most of what's put out there is either unfiltered nonsense or overly filtered illusions that are so far from reality that no one knows what's actually real. There's a lot of psychobabble pushed by people who don't really know what they're talking about but might sound confident and believable. On one hand you have people pushing others to cut off everyone who makes them a little uncomfortable and calling it "peace" or "self care" or whatever other code word of the week. Instead of communicating and clearing up confusion or misunderstandings it's so much easier to just ghost people, go no-contact and pretend that they aren't any more than an actor in some internet drama class. Just as long at it makes you feel better and feel like you're winning some imaginary game then go on and be that way. But we are all people with feelings and needs and hopes and fears and none of us is perfect. All we really hope for is a connection that doesn't leave us feeling like a burden or bother. I come from the generation that was brought up on "go for it" and "no pain, no gain" and "just do it" so my natural inclination is to act, but this is met these days as being too much, or being aggressive, or insensitive, or whatever. I struggle with feeling pushy and intrusive and annoying. But sometimes I go quiet and hope people aren't assuming I'm uninterested.  

Add to the generational differences the way I grew up we never had instantaneous communication like with texting and social media. We had to wait hours or days or even weeks to hear from people. If something was urgent then we made phone calls or went to physically visit in person. We actually wrote real letters and mailed them in the old fashioned stamped envelopes and sometimes we never got a reply but it didn't necessarily mean the relationship/friendship was over. Some people just didn't write letters. So I get so confused these days with people who get in a twist over how long it takes to get a text back, but I also find myself falling into that trap of expecting quicker responses. I've never been that good at social cues and hints. Don't expect me to get hints - not because I'm dumb but because I overthink everything and consider every possible interpretation of a vague, or late, message. But I don't like to make assumptions based on too little information. Just give me all the facts, and then I can know what the hell is going on. Text messages are so empty of the rich texture of a spoken conversation in person. How are people really judging entire relationships based on text habits? I mean, god, just be real people.

This is the social contagion that is killing relationships - romantic and platonic and familial. The ones who push the ideas of "let them" and "if they wanted to they would" are only telling half the story. Sure, if someone doesn't want to be your friend or doesn't interact enough, then "let them" be what they are, but maybe make sure you're not just being an impatient prick before discarding people who just might be busy working or overwhelmed with stuff and not able to text you all day every day. Maybe they really do "want to" but there are things that are preventing or delaying them. On the other hand, people do need to make more effort to inform others of what's happening that might be interfering with communication. Don't assume people aren't impatient pricks who will cut you off when you're not giving them enough information to know that the connection is valuable. 

It seems like there are a lot of unspoken rules that we are just expected to know without anyone actually spelling them out. I hate that. Back when I was in school I always did really well on the yearly achievement tests except for the parts of the reading comprehension sections that asked us to infer meanings from short passages and stories. The answer choices were so confusing because it was possible to make any of them fit when you overthink everything and consider all the possibilities. The teacher would say "just pick the most likely" and I'd be like "there's not enough information to make that determination." I needed more information. Or the test authors needed to make the answers less vague. Don't teach kids to make assumptions. Assumptions are not good bases for decisions and good interpersonal relations.  

Well, I'm just blowing off steam and trying to make sense of this world that is giving so many mixed messages and expectations. I don't know if I'm too much or too little or too messy or what. So my advice to the world is to use your words. Speak and listen. Be patient and don't have so many expectations. Be slow to cut people off. Value yourself and your time and attention but don't overly inflate it so that no one can measure up. Don't fall for the psychosocial contagions that sicken relationships.


You know I'm impatientSo why would you leave me waitin' outside the stationWhen it was like minus four degrees?And I, I get what you're sayin'I just really don't wanna hear it right nowCan you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice aboutHow you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimneyI'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other weekBut cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking cleanYou told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've beenAnd I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumbYou hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the monthAnd I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm notA thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lotYou hate, you hate
It's taking you agesYou still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pagesBut one text or two would be niceAnd please, don't pull those facesWhen I've been out working my arse off all dayIt's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talkYou smoke weed just to help you sleepThen why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?And then you come home to meAnd don't say hello, 'cause I got high againAnd forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking cleanYou told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've beenAnd I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumbYou hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the monthAnd I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm notA thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking cleanYou told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've beenAnd I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouthI want to be me, is that not allowed?And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumbYou hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the monthAnd I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm notA thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lotYou hate the fucking lot

"Messy" by Lola Young

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Sadness


I've been overcome with a sadness the last week or so. I don't know exactly why or what it is about. It just is. I'm trying to take my own advice from the tarot card I created over 20 years ago, part of a tarot deck I got about halfway done and got busy with other life and never finished. Some of the cards I still like but most are kind of bleh. Anyway, sorrow is the theme of the present.

I do know one thing that's added to the feeling. My oldest son told me this morning that he is getting a vasectomy later this month. I know it's his life and his decision and that it is reversable if he changes his mind but it still makes me a little sad. It could be that my already emotionally tender state has made me less adaptable. Maybe I won't ever get to be a grandmother. Maybe it's some kind of generational curse that my bloodline goes extinct. (yeah, very depressing thought but I am beginning to really question the future of the whole human race as so many good people are not reproducing and so many stupid idiots are, but really what do I care anyway since I won't be around too much longer - another depressing thought but mortality is real and if I'm average I might have 20 more years to live; all these dark thoughts bubbling up from the depths of whatever hell I've found)

Wow, there you go. Can't have light without the dark. I am just a little blob of organic matter on a little rock in a small system orbiting a smallish star in its midlife in a galaxy of millions of other stars in an endless universe so what does it matter if I feel sad about anything? (that doesn't really help but it's just attempted verbal exorcism of the demons in my mind) Where did this existential crisis come from?

This too shall pass, I suppose. I'm tired of having to let things go. 

  

Monday, May 26, 2025

Negotiations Part 5: Dealbreakers

Not all negotiations come to a satisfactory conclusion. Sometimes there are deal breakers that cannot be overcome. Every negotiation is unique and each side has their own dealbreakers that might not even be known until the negotiations are well under way. They could be anything, but dealbreakers generally should not be frivolous nor simple annoying quirks as long as they don't interfere with forward progress. 

One of the biggest dealbreakers is deception. Certainly we can't make meaningful deals with people are who are not honest and trustworthy. That one should be clear from the beginning. Sometimes the deception of withheld information is as damaging as outright lies. Hopefully all necessary information is shared during the discovery stage, if not sooner. 

The other big dealbreaker is refusal to engage. If one side does not communicate then there is no negotiation at all. Using this tactic to end negotiations is very immature. It is far better to speak up and explain that, for whatever reasons, there is no longer a desire to make a deal. If there are other reasons that make clear communication difficult then those should be made obvious so that the negotiations can be put on hold until those reasons are resolved. 

Negotiation is communication.

As for other dealbreakers they should be specified and communicated from the beginning or as soon as they are identified.     


"Communication breakdown, it's always the same" Led Zeppelin, "Communication Breakdown"  

Monday, April 21, 2025

Negotiations Part 4: Discovery and Unfinished Business

As negotiations proceed there is the stage of discovery and verification - which means learning details about each side's position, offerings, problems, concerns, assets, liabilities, aspirations, fears, etc., and where there is unfinished business that needs done before a deal is sealed. Usually unfinished business is part of its own separate complicated negotiation, and it is vital to the future of the negotiations for that unfinished business to be resolved one way or another. How it is completed will determine the direction of the negotiations. It is best to not try to influence those outside negotiations and to wait and see how they go and be ready to pivot your position or withdraw it altogether. It might be necessary to put a time limit on that process. 


"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away and know when to run

You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealing's done"

"The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers



   

Saturday, April 12, 2025

Secret Heartbreak


The heaviness of the heartbreak that can't be shared is becoming unbearable. I don't want to set it down and leave it be because the pain of carrying it is at least something to feel. The emptiness of letting it go might be even more unbearable. I've tried carrying gratitude for all the blessings as a way to offset its weight. Unfortunately, guilt and shame want to jump on too because 'why isn't it enough?'

Maybe the answer is to just collapse under all that burden. Let it all fall down with me. I fear the sorrow won't end. Although all the previous sorrows have healed it has left me weary and scarred and reluctant to endure much more. I am tired. If I fall and drop everything what will I do with the loneliness that remains?

I need practical solutions. All the inner work and prayers and trying to transmute unhappiness into something else have given nothing in the way of real relief. I've been asking God or the Universe to help change my mental and emotional perspectives so that I can be more at peace with what is and what should never be. I've even given God or the Universe a couple of ideas about what might be helpful - I need a grandbaby or a boyfriend - neither of which looks imminent. Both beyond my control. One more practical (and proper) than the other. One that really shouldn't even be asked for but there it is.

I've spent almost 36 years of my life trying to keep a man's attention and begging for my needs to be considered. I don't want more of that in a new package. I need to feel desired and cared for in a way that does not leave me insecure, unsure, and confused. I do not want to feel like I'm a bother or annoying. So, God or the Universe, please take that into account. Maybe what I need is impossible to find. Maybe I'll just have to to find a way to get through the rest of my life keeping the most painful heartbreak hidden deep inside. 

        

Monday, March 31, 2025

Negotiations Part 3: Intense, Complicated Developments

The last 5 weeks have really wrecked me to the roots. First we got devastating news that was going to completely change the whole of reality. It was premature, but there was a long month of worrying and waiting to learn that truth. Along with the worrying and grieving what we thought was going to end, I allowed myself to consider other possible futures that could have been quite happy eventually. I wish I was not so prone to these imaginations and conjectures, but I think this sometimes helps me to get through the hardest times - creating some hope even if it's unrealistic and untenable. It inevitably leads to big disappointment - crash and burn. Of course I'm relieved that the worst news ended up being inaccurate, but do I have to beat myself up for being a little sad about the loss of the potential alternative future?

I had no idea that negotiating karmic passes would be so difficult, complex, and painful. I thought the point of the passes was to lessen those things, especially the pain. But the universe operates by its own rules and we really have to learn to go with it instead of trying so hard to steer and control. It isn't even control though. It's more of a need to be somewhat prepared. I'm questioning the actual benefit of the mindset of being prepared and thinking through the likely possibilities. I mean, when, really, has anything ever really gone the way of any of these speculations? I must be the worst ever at negotiations because I am too attached to certain outcomes and fall into disarray when those become unlikely or even impossible. How did I miss and misinterpret so many clues and details? Why do I jump to conclusions? Maybe it's confirmation bias where I just assume (should never assume but lacking actual detailed information makes it really hard not to) that I am interpreting things correctly. Such a disconnect from the heart to the brain. I am ridiculous.

I honestly do not know if these negotiations are over or just stalled or what. According to TikTok and Instagram I have "anxious attachment" in relationships. It fits the childhood and all the other experiences of feeling insecure and abandoned when I'm not getting enough attention or reassurance. The fear of being too much and wanting too much is part of that too. Over my life I've been rejected for having "unrealistic" expectations and needs. I know that expectations are problematic and I have sometimes been able to release the urge to form them. I want to learn how to accept things as they are and be okay not knowing. But is it too much as ask for some assurance? I think details and information are one of my love languages. I give a lot but also need a lot in return. Well, in this situation I feel restrained, like the universe or whoever I'm negotiating with is not really interested in my hearing all my details and information. I guess if that's the case then maybe there is no real reason to be negotiating at all. 

Perhaps right now is not the time to make any final decisions or proclamations. I am still reeling and staggering emotionally from all that's happened in these last 5 weeks. The word trauma is very overused these days but it seems accurate here. I am strong enough to endure and learn even while tender and bruised. Maybe these are some karmic payments for what has been proposed. I just don't know. The Serenity Prayer keeps coming to mind:

"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." (also the patience to get to that knowing)


"Finish What Ya Started" by Van Halen

"Come on baby, finish what ya started 

I'm incomplete, huh

That ain't no way to treat the broken-hearted

I need some sympathy

I like to look at the long run

I like to take each step, one by one

Right on time, you will arrive

By keepin' the dream alive

It's alive

And it's kickin'

Inside of me

So come on baby, please"      

Thursday, January 16, 2025

Negotiations Part 2, Delicate

Karmic passes are delicate matters. Approval is pending. Need discussion of disclaimers and other details - delicacy required. Points of clarification include the requirement of 100% confidentiality and the definition of karmic currency, which is knowledge of the happiness gained therein. The value of this karmic currency is variable based on demand, so use sparingly to keep it valuable.  


  

Thursday, January 09, 2025

Negotiations, Even Doves Have Pride

I'm don't like negotiations that much. I prefer accepting fair offers without too much back and forth. But some things require considering lots of different aspects, and the start value is very high on both sides. A strong way to start such negotiations is to open with a very large proposition which reflects the ultimate best outcome from our position. (This might be part of the art of the deal?) Oftentimes this first "ask" is somewhat unrealistic, though not impossible. Each side then has to make offers and counteroffers until they are both satisfied or decide they can't come to any agreement. It is important to get closure of whether or not the negotiation is really over. Unfortunately these days the concept of closure isn't appreciated or encouraged as much as it should be, but as social beings we must remember that things tend to go better when we actually interact and relate instead of just focusing only on oneself. I do agree with the idea that we are not responsible for other people's feelings, but I also believe that it leads to a lonely and frustrated world when we don't consider other people's feelings at all. There is so much focus now on the self that we might be slipping away from the true intention of being social animals. Sure, I can only control my own feelings and thoughts but I don't want to dismiss the needs and desires of people I care about. Life is all about negotiating these things.  

I've begun a complex negotiation to redeem a couple of karmic passes. I've put in my request to the universe and now I'm waiting. I especially don't like negotiating with the universe because it sometimes refuses to engage. The whole unanswered prayers are answers anyway deal.


"How can you just leave me standingAlone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)Maybe I'm just too demandingMaybe I'm just like my father, too boldMaybe you're just like my motherShe's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)" 

Prince, "When Doves Cry"


But sometimes the universe surprises us by giving us exactly what we've asked for or even something far beyond. Last year was so surprising in so many ways. I might feel like I am not allowed to ask for anything more after getting so much, but here it is. I am struggling a bit with staying in a place of restful gratitude. Maybe my lesson is patience and repose - quiet stillness (super hard for my ADHD-tism-like self). Meanwhile, the karmic passes are on the table. I guess the universe is evaluating my initial offer which might take a while, or it might decide to completely disregard it. Waiting is the hardest part. Even doves have pride.   

Sunday, January 05, 2025

Deeply Scarred Heart

 


This can be a really hard time of year for me because it is approaching the anniversary of my mother's death. Some years it passes with almost no recognition or other notable feelings, but some years it hits deep and painful. Looking at the calendar I realized that the days line up the same as they did 28 years ago with her dying on Tuesday, Jan 7. And I am exactly twice as old as I was when she died, so that seems significant as well. Another factor is probably that last year was such a big happy year and so the sadness just feels bigger too. Equal and opposite reactions and all that.

My heart is deeply scarred and maybe a little tough. As a child I struggled with feelings of abandonment and emotional neglect because I felt like my mother was not there for me as much as I needed her. I'm not trying to vilify her or play the victim. It was just the way things were at that time. She longed for her own independence and autonomy at that time when women were fighting for equal rights and treatment and she was on the forefront. While I appreciate all of that I also have to recognize my own unmet needs. That generation of women did leave their children as sacrifices on the altar of advancement. We are all a bit scarred even if we don't recognize it. 

I'm not saying my childhood was bad. I just see now that the theme of inadequate connection and attention runs throughout. I had a good relationship with my mother. I wanted her to be happy and I tried to do whatever I could to avoid being a source of stress or anger. She was supportive of my dreams and aspirations and allowed me an unusual amount of freedom to pursue them. At the time that freedom did not feel so much like disconnection, but looking back I can see that I suppressed those feelings to avoid appearing ungrateful for the opportunities. There were several years of my preteen and early teenage development when I lived long periods of time away from home so that I could chase my figure skating dreams. I was physically as well as emotionally separated from home. Maybe all of that is why I seem to have some kind of attachment issues - trouble maintaining friendships but also sometimes becoming overly attached to some relationships. 

As a mother I've tried to be available to my children much more than my mother was to me. There are times when I look back and feel like I was not as emotionally available as I could have been, but I also recognize that grief and loss over my mother just as I became a mother were really significant factors. My kids seem to have grown up pretty well despite my failures and shortcomings. Being their mom is the source of my greatest happiness.

Another aspect of time that could be making this year's anniversary more emotional is that I am watching friends lose their mothers and the empathy brings back a lot of the pain of loss. It's never easy to lose a parent. I try not to feel envy that they've had so many more years of life with their mothers, and I try not to feel distain for those who've cut ties with their mothers because of toxic relationships or whatever other issues have made them feel it necessary to willingly disconnect. I'm not judging. It's just hard to relate. I am thankful that I am not having to watch my mother disappear via dementia. That has got to be the hardest thing to experience. 

It feels weird that my mother has grandchildren that she never knew. My oldest wasn't even one when she died. She never knew the traumas and difficulties involved in bringing my other two babies into the world. She didn't get to see the deep physical scars of my own motherhood. Those are as deep and complex as the ones that bind my heart. Deeply scarred inside and out. But also extremely blessed with these wonderful people who are descended from her. Worth all the pain and transformation. 

So here's to the memory of my mother. And the wondering what she'd really think about me now as I've aged beyond the years she got to live. Would she like me? Would she be disappointed in my failures and inadequacies? Would she admire that as a mother I've quantitatively had more experience than she did? Would she see me as the wise woman I'd like to be? 

Like the broken heart that has healed many times there is a toughness and maybe some sharp edges to navigate while working through these feelings. I will try to give myself the mother love that I've longed for, but I might need more than I can do for myself.       

Thursday, January 02, 2025

2025 Early Thoughts, C'est la vie

Yesterday on New Year's Day I felt pretty good, but this morning I woke up with some kind of mood hangover (no alcohol involved, just hormonal stuff probably) that has me troubling (ruminating) over how to approach this new year. There is a bit of fear of loss, fear of losing the revival I felt last year. But I'm trying to remind myself that I shouldn't allow myself to depend on outside sources for my happiness or other good feelings. It's just hard to let go of the attachment that comes with something so rare and unexpected and seemingly fated, but now I think I have to face the hard reality that I misread a lot of things and I guess I need to own that and move on without beating myself up about it. I need to find my lane and stick to it.

This year maybe my focus will be releasing control and not trying to influence things with my own intentions. Just mellow out and go with the flow of things that last year put in motion, without trying to steer. Take the path of least resistance. Become like water. And if that flow ends up dumping me on the shore somewhere alone and half dead again I guess, c'est la vie. Release attachments. Release any expectations or even hopes. I don't really like that sound of having "no hopes" but it just means that when you have no expectations or desires then you won't be disappointed. Yeah, that's pessimistic. I will try not to be judgmental about myself and the mistakes I've made and the limerence that has been my fuel. Unrequited is the story of my life. Gosh, I am kind of depressed today. It will pass eventually. I'm just tired of driving. Somebody, Jesus, whoever, take the wheel.