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A Memo On Memes

I’m going to keep this short, because I’m feeling short.

Let’s talk memes.

I don’t hate memes. They’re just another medium here on God’s green internet. For every 5 that are poorly done and/or annoy me, there’s a funny or insightful one. Which is not a great ratio, but that’s just me.

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“Thou Art The Man”

David, Mr Man-After-God’s-Own-Heart and anointed one, knew the answer to the story the prophet was telling him. Throw the book at him, he says. We used to have an idiom down here which goes “hanging is too good for ‘im” – David was all about that. What kind of sorry sumbitch steals from a poor man? The literal worst, that’s who!

But the story told by Nathan as it is recorded was intentionally vague, abstract – no names or places. There was only one right answer – only a monster wouldn’t condemn this, right? David seems eager to flex his virtuous muscles, and probably his executive muscles – one might accuse him of virtue-signaling, but when you wield supreme executive power you get to off anyone you think deserves it, and he’d already demonstrated a lack of inhibition there.

If you’re reading this, you probably know that whole story so I don’t need to say much more in prologue. The reason it’s on my mind today is because….

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Deconstruction, or The Process of Changing Your Mind

I’ve got this subject on my mind today, and I’d like to share a little of my own process as I think. None of this is new or something you can’t get anywhere else in essence, but maybe a point or two will connect to someone uniquely.

In the past 4-5 years, I’ve changed my mind on a few topics. I want to use 2 examples mainly, because they have been hot topics in the Christian world for awhile now, and I believe them to be vitally important in their own right. I’ll get to them specifically further down, but I’d like to go over a few general points before I get there, starting with 3 key catalysts for change.

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A Reflection on Les Misérable

I and a few family members had the opportunity to see Les Misérable a few nights ago. I love that play. It’s a punch to the gut. I’m not much into musicals generally, but this one is the exception.

As Jean Valjean is near death in the end of the play, one thing stuck out to me. The ones who appear to comfort him in his last moments and welcome him into Paradise, as it were, are not angels, or some appearance of God, or even saints of old.

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Is Hogwarts an Argument for Gun Ownership?

I recall seeing an interesting argument from some conservative folks about the Harry Potter series and gun ownership over the past year or so. Or rather, it was an accusation of hypocrisy on the part of liberals who love both the Harry Potter series and advocate for strict gun control or even a total ban. The contradiction essentially boiled down to the fact that almost every magically-inclined man and woman in the world carries a wand: a powerful instrument which could seriously injure or kill, in either self defense or attack. Therefore, so the line of reasoning goes, advocates for more strict gun laws and especially bans who also happened to be fans of the series are hypocrites, for loving a vision of a fantasy world apparently incompatible with the vision they hold for their own. I remember seeing this come up a few times, and I don’t recall seeing a counter-argument, nor did one occur to me at the time, so I wanted to take a brief look at it here.

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I want to ramble about anger here for a bit. Anger is a bit of a stumbling block for a lot of folks, and for myself I can certainly say we learned some very mixed signals regarding its validity as we grew up. We saw it all around us coming from adults, but we weren’t allowed an expression of anger. Perhaps there was an element of “do as I say, not as I do” involved. I tend to think most folks don’t really believe anger is a bad thing inherently, but then we differ on what warrants an anger response.

Adults, if we’re not careful and if we don’t nurture empathy in ourselves, can tend to lose the weight of our growth as we age. “Don’t cry over spilt milk”, the saying goes, but it’s easy for us to say that to young children and forget just what a simple glass of milk or a single cookie means to a child.

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Villains, Victims, and the Investment of a Bystander

I didn’t really like the recent installment into r the Star Wars universe, The Last Jedi, overall. I won’t go into the reasons why I didn’t take to it very well as they are not relevant here, but there was a lot I did like about it. One concept the story explored is of particular interest to me, and, with an excellent performance by Adam Driver as the villain Kylo Ren, really got me to think about how much I invest into this narrative where it appears, both here and elsewhere.

I’m talking about the redemption narrative. It pulls me in every time. Some antagonists are portrayed so well that I’m both horrified to some degree, but often at the same time I’m thinking of all the things along the way which created the monster, what it would take to spark a change of heart/life, and what real ownership of wrongs would look like, including penalties necessary. I root for this. I imagine what a genuine “holy **** I’ve been a horrible person and have a million things to make right, and a million more which are past making right” realization would mean for these characters, including the aforementioned Kylo Ren. Some of my favorite stories involve individuals navigating this path with varying degrees of success.

On a more personal note, I’ve shared on this blog my own story of experiencing pain under the thumb of a monster. So for a few topics, I’m something more than just a by-stander or impartial observer. But often enough I’m an observer trying to learn (as in the case of sexual abuse), to feel what I should, and give support where I can and where necessary without the aid of firsthand experience. And this is where that personal fascination of mine with redemption needs to take a back seat.

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I Am Afraid

Commenting on recent events, our President recently stated that it’s a scary time for men right now. He and a lot of others have expressed this concern, that men must now live in some level of fear of unfounded accusation – the tide has turned against us and we’re all in the crosshairs, the deck is stacked against us and no one will believe our word in the face of a woman’s accusation. Well, there’s been plenty of ink spilled and anger vented against that sentiment, so I’ll pass here. But it got me thinking.

I commented on a friend’s post related to this the other day, saying that I’m really not worried about being caught in the crosshairs of an accusation of this nature. That’s not entirely untrue upon reflection, but…. Maybe that’s not the right attitude to have, and frankly it’s not actually an accurate reflection of my own mind.

I’ve been wrong before. I’ve misjudged people, I’ve treated folks poorly out of pettiness or desire to fit in. I’ve been careless, blind. I’ve felt the stab of pain when called on it, or when they walked away, or just later in life when I’m reminded of things I’ve done.

I am afraid. But not for my reputation. I’m afraid of my carelessness, and the blind spots of privilege. I’m afraid of missing things, of adding pain to someone’s life and because of that pain losing their trust and voice in my life for the change I need.

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Escapism and Responsibility

So I saw something today which fired up an odd train of thought for me. Basically, there’s a school of thought out there which sees ADHD as (more or less) a natural fit or neurological adaption for our ancestoral hunter-gatherer ways. I’d heard of it before but it never really made any waves in my mind. Without (again) going into why I’m disinclined to see ADHD in any way beneficial, I want to share where my mind went, because, I don’t know, blind nuts sometimes find squirrels.

There’s something in me that fairly regularly wants to blow everything up and disappear to the wild and be that inspirational meme stock photo guy looking on with a thousand-mile gaze from the top of some high mountain peak, maybe living in a mountain-top cabin: I’ve told “the Man” to kiss my wrinkly old donkey, no company phone resting easy as unexploded ordinance by my side, all ties to Society cut…. Freedom – no more rules, expectations, social cues, being needed at 10 PM by some customer….

But I never do blow everything up. Probably never will. Not that my soul doesn’t crave and need solitude, natural beauty, and quiet to change pace with the sort of career I have, but there’s something a bit problematic–naive–about that urge as a guide to life, as if there really is a place where I can live free without rules and I’ve been going about life all wrong. Not to mention I’m happily married, and the missus would have something to say about all this.

And that’s where ADHD comes in. I have to learn to differentiate between the very real need for humans to rest and recharge from stress, and that other urge – the one which believes one can cast off from responsibility and rules and find some vague idea of “being free”.

For the well-to-do folks on the planet, like many of us in America, we’ve traded one set of rules for another: I probably don’t have to worry about freezing my ass off at night while I try to sleep, keeping one eye open for the bear, sticking near a supply of fresh water, or where my next meal is coming from; my points of stress have been redirected a bit to things like highway traffic patterns and health care costs. But Nature is a harsh mistress they say – it damn sure has a set of rules. The more I see it as recreation, the more privileged I show myself to be. Folks who truly live off the land, living and dying with the seasons, rain and drought – you think they get by without paying attention to the rules? Think Mama Nature and Daddy Time don’t have deadlines (the hell do you think we call em deadlines for anyway)? You think attention lapses ain’t gonna be fatal while hunting, or haphazard planning won’t screw you out of your year’s crops and threaten your very survival? I mean, if we want to look at unsubstantiated but totally plausible theories about ADHD from an evolutionary standpoint, it might be worth considering that we’re only seeing such high percentages of ADHD diagnoses over here because we’re privileged enough to have circumvented some of the, err, more strict evolutionary checks and balances on self-destructive behavior in a species.

I like to think I’d make it if I had to learn how to survive – the human race is pretty darn resilient, and I’m a pretty resourceful sumbitch, but if I’m honest with myself in those afore-mentioned urges, I’m not talking about trading in one set of responsibilities for another, I’m talking about escapism. If it ain’t just simple naivety, it’s some kinda cultural appropriation – as if folks in poorer parts of the world live “simply” because it’s fun and they have a choice, and choose to live daily under threat of “natural” death. Buried inside that thought process, I’m counting on the fact that I know I can “come home” somewhere, I can find gainful employment – somewhere there’s a damn grocery store every 1/2 a mile and I can shrug off freezing my ass off by hitting a few buttons on my thermostat, and flip the bird to some crazy-ass mosquito-borne virus just by keeping my windows closed at night (individual results may vary). When I find myself sick or injured there’s probably an urgent care center close enough to take me in. And unless it all goes to hell there’s probably something worth binging on Netflix.

So basically I’m saying I can’t run like this and still live honestly. Yep, I can still run off somewhere, but I’ll doing just that: running, escaping, quitting – I’ll be leeching on someone or society in general somehow, someone is picking up my slack while I figure out my shit. Someone’ll be paying for my escapism, and I don’t want to live with that. But I can learn to stick with things I’m committed to through those urges to quit, and see that often powerful impulse to run with a more cautious eye. I can figure out if there are things about my life that actively and unnecessarily suck me dry, and make reasonable changes. I can find medication that works. If I need a real break, I’ll have earned it and paid for it.

Lord knows there’s aspects of our affluent society that just ain’t working for our good, but my periodic compulsion to simply escape it is largely irresponsible in a number of ways. There may indeed be things about our ancestors’ existence beneficial for us to keep in mind today as we navigate technological advancement, population booms, PTSD, and other things, but there’s no good in sugar-coating what our past existence involved. It’s no good deflecting your inability to find success and fulfillment in the here and now as “society doesn’t accept me”. It’s here: find a better path through it by all means, but you can’t escape paying your dues by running to the past.

Depression and the “Gift” of ADHD

I’m porting over another Twitter thread into my blog today. I feel this is one of the more important things I’ve touched on in my writing over the past few years. Not that I don’t feel religious matters and spiritual abuse processing is unimportant, but, well, none of that stuff really matters if one is too dead to think about it. So here goes, with light editing to convert from 240 characters to long-form.

Fairly regularly in my life, I’ve experienced a powerfully overwhelming feeling of inadequacy, strong sense of being rejected, or a “left-behind-ness”, and this is one reason why I take medication. Over the years, I’ve made a ridiculous amount of resolutions I’d never keep for things I don’t really want for the approval of people who may or may not care based on these powerful waves of emotion.

People talk about ADHD as a “gift” sometimes, and while on some level I get where they’re coming from, I can’t say that. Not even a little. This is one reason, and I’ll try to explain.

I’ve been diagnosed with depression, which is, among other things, a fairly common co-morbid with ADHD – it is often hard to untangle which is which, or if one (usually ADHD) is accounting for symptoms resembling the other. Combine these two? That racing brain, jumping 4 steps ahead in an instant kind of thought process can literally be fatal.

Imagine you’re already feeling kinda low. You reach out to a friend, or just comment on something they post, whatever. They’re busy, maybe they see & don’t respond, maybe they don’t really get where you’re coming from and the comment doesn’t hit the nerve you thought you did. Or worse, someone randomly attacks you over it, or your friend responds bluntly. Does your brain calmly take in the interaction or confrontation and so you explain yourself, try again, etc, or does it make 10 leaps per second and end up in a dark place before you even realize it?

“Eh, they didn’t have time to respond” or “I didn’t say that as clearly as I could have” turns into “I said something wrong, because I am wrong, because I missed something important like I always do, because I’m a failure, I missed the boat in life, what the hell am I doing…”

“Why do I even bother, I should just blow everything up, run and hide from everyone, or, hell, what’s the point, I’m just going to do this over and over again because I’m a failure, so save yourself the pain and end it now because you’ll never be on top of this”

If your brain is working halfway normal, maybe you have a bit of time to press pause between, I don’t know, EVERY FREAKING STEP OF THAT MENTAL RACE TO NOWHERE, but when it’s not, sometimes you’re 10 steps down the road before you even realize you started.

For me, often enough, it’s not even really thoughts which form, it’s just an emotional avalanche which takes me from “I’m feeling ok enough to engage/reach out” to some really black states of mind when the situation takes an unexpected turn.

There’s no real process or ability to talk back to your thoughts and feelings (like my therapist gets me to do), no chance to remind yourself that things don’t have to end this way and even if your worst fear might happen, I have a choice for every step of that way. The racing brain of ADHD can really screw you. That ability to jump a few thoughts ahead at an instant which might feel like intuition and brilliance in the light of day is suddenly a roller coaster which has left the track in the middle of an inverted loop.

Even if we take depression out of this, I still find it driving a lot of my social anxiety. Making 10 leaps of logic in a second… One of those leaps is likely to be wrong, and here I am tearing a friend a new one or boiling in rage after making an assumption I didn’t realize. We can all be wrong or miss a point here and there and need correction–welcome to being human–but missing a connection at 800 thoughts per minute is going to hurt someone.

My meds (for ADHD along with antidepressants) don’t always work flawlessly – sometimes I don’t take care of myself, rest, manage things like PTSD triggers, etc, and I’ll find myself in the same familiar patterns of thought, but for the most part the difference is, well, night and day. Medicated, my mind gets slowed down enough to allow a few precious moments of self-awareness to talk back, or to just stay focused on whatever is more important in the moment (ADHD meds), and antidepressants keep the whole thing from weighing me down too much – always taking that turn for the worse, feeling the heaviest and darkest of emotions in inopportune moments.

Anyway, wrapping this up before it gets too much longer, I don’t want to know how many lives this whole thing has claimed. As a friend and I discussed recently, a lot of suicides aren’t planned for weeks ahead, they’re impulsive. That’s easy for me to believe, and awful to think about. Please, for the love of everything, take this seriously. Get help. Find something that works for you. Don’t think you can keep managing this on your own. I thought I could, but people who love me didn’t let me let it get far too far. People cared enough to help me recognize things – often having to tell me it was worse than I was trying to tell myself (and them) it was.

It’s almost shocking sometimes when I finally come out of some of these episodes and realize just how twisted my thought process was going through it. I tried to talk it out with my wife the other day after the fact and it was just… What the hell. The concept of logical insanity is intriguing to me: a series of seemingly reasonable conclusions which only appear so if a faulty foundational premise is accepted. In context, depression informs much of the mind’s thought process foundationally, subtly twisting everything built on it.

So… Yeah, I’m gonna pass on “The Gift”. Well, I wish I could, anyway. I’ll keep doing the next best thing and, umm, keep that junk wrapped up via medication.

That’s about all I got. Stay sane, my friends.