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 Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 5:18 pm
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Nightstalker Blade Keevan Draco while a swift punch to the mouth seems very soul satisfying, and theraputic to you, it's counterproductive in the long run. There's the thing, I don't care.
If it makes me feel good, why not?
ok class...let me explain this in as few words as possible so you can begin to grasp the concept.
It's called "Escalation of Aggression".
there are 2 people in a room...where is not important. (a cupcake has just fallen on the floor)
person one starts a conversation with aggressive posturing and words.
person 2 responds in the same manner only they begin pushing the other person.
person 1 responds in an increasingly hostile manner with more verbal warfare and harmfull physical contact.
person 2 starts yelling and punching.
person 1 starts yelling and punching.
the end result:
two people ready to kill each other over something as small and insignificant as a cupcake on the floor.
how does this relate to you in the real world?
By adopting an aggressive viewpoint in thought and action, you are basically inviting hostile action into your life from outside forces until society no longer wants anything to do with you, and you die alone somewhere in your 60's in your parents house watching re-runs of "Punk'd".
By utilizing non-aggressive posturing (open hands, eye contact, slow broad gestures, ect.), and remaining calm in vocal tone and thought, the situation would have ended up very different, with both people able to express their frustration over a dirty cupcake without resulting in physical harm.
This is basic law enforcement protocol used in every training academy across the country. learning how to diffuse tense situations with non aggressive verbal and visual cues. I did it for over 9 years....I learned it in 2 months.
Take a debate class dude....It will prepare you for living in the real world. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 7:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 9:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:59 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:23 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 12:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 3:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 3:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 6:34 pm
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Angel of the End Here's a question for everyone: Why do so many people want to make us "normal"?In addition- What do people believe really makes us that much different from main stream society? (We still wear clothing, eat, drink, and breath oxygen. I mean, come on... the difference's are so small, yet another showing of how small-minded many, many people can be.)
Alrighty this is where i butt in. It's simple people are scared of us, they'd just like to put a friendly face to a friendly person. Be i gotta say, I don't think many people are paying any attention to weather we have a friendly face or not. They're more focused on our darker appearance and the atmosphere that creates.
What I've done to counter this is i've found the people who are will to come up to you and ask questions about our little subculture, try and learn more and understand. After about two years of people getting use to me (i found my darker self in the 7th grade, i am now a freshman), those who learned accepted and told their friends. Today in my bio class some of the more popular kids in my grade came up to me and said, we gotta make sure the room is all nice and happy so you gotta leave. i said, hey i don't wanna cause any trouble but hey i'm not all that bad. then they said, yea dan you're just a little of sun shine! Then we all laughed and it was good.
Lesson learned, don't teach unless they want to learn. |
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:56 pm
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This is true to an extent, however, there are those that refuse to learn, and they just act cool just to act cool, like they are trying to prove something. They are called "Noobs".
I know of lots of noobs who keep PMing me saying I should die, or telling me that I fail at life. I call them just plain stupid, which they are. Yet, I know that they just are trolls, haters, etc. who just want to get cheap joy from using no proper grammar and acting stupid to get ahead in life.
I'm speaking of both online and real life, of course, but they both can relate in a way. This is my reasoning when I said that it was impossible to get society to understand our ways of life and accept them.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:49 am
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d00med wanderer I am convinced that any authority/person who is not us, will always fiercely display us as whatever they wish to. It's the way humans go. They always are vicious in trying to sway the public against us, and they will never change, no matter what any of us do. It's fate, sadly, and my opinion is that we cannot control what we cannot fix. It is impossible...
true, but for every person in authority that denounces the gothic lifestyle, there are an equal, yet silent, number who understand (to some extent) our ways and are fine with how we dress.....just not how many of us react to negativity around us. (btw, most of the silent masses who get us were ex-hippies with a huge grasp of counterculture. I even know a few who were hippies and grew into goths as time and society changed their perceptions of the world.)
d00med wanderer This is true to an extent, however, there are those that refuse to learn, and they just act cool just to act cool, like they are trying to prove something. They are called "Noobs". I know of lots of noobs who keep PMing me saying I should die, or telling me that I fail at life. I call them just plain stupid, which they are. Yet, I know that they just are trolls, haters, etc. who just want to get cheap joy from using no proper grammar and acting stupid to get ahead in life. I'm speaking of both online and real life, of course, but they both can relate in a way. This is my reasoning when I said that it was impossible to get society to understand our ways of life and accept them.
highly unlikley, but never impossible....
I'll relate a little story for the masses (yes, you may let out a collective groan/facepalm if you want to)
in 1989 after the golden age of gothdom had passed, and the music industry was in a dull funk opting to persue the early version of rap on MTV and the radio, I was standing in Memphis, TN on Beale St. during the "memphis in may" event. (the very early years before the event went all mainstream and planet hollywood took over the space between north beale and south beale st., and the crass commercialism that infected the event today)
I was sitting on the wall just down from silky o'sullivans bar with my best friend and my girlfriend after exiting the venue park from a long day of listening to awesome blues music. We were tired, hungry, and really looking for a beer when we spotted a old homeless man sitting on the curb with a simple sign "will work for food". Yeah, he was a bum in the "classic" sense....well worn clothes, slightly grimy, definately had a stench about him. We sat and observed the reactions of the crowds around him for a good while. Wether he was a true homeless man, or a scam artist in disguised i'll never know....he seemed so dejected and miserable just sitting in his spot in the humid air I assumed all day long, we felt sorry for him...
Now, for the record, we (my best firend, my girlfriend, and I) were dressed to the 9's full bella lugosi, trenchcoats, eyeliner, ect. and were creating our own empty circle of life within the mass crowds of the event. You know the effect, kinda like watching the bible toting protesters at a rock concert making a huge empty circle around themselves because no one wanted to get too close to them. Yeah, that effect....
well, we had our empty little halo, with the occasional kindred soul stopping by for brief visit before moving on. The homeless man had a huge empty halo around him extending for over 30 feet in all directions with no one stopping by at all. My girlfriend at the time had a huge heart and understood what it meant to be very poor. She looked at me for the briefest moment, with misty eyes, gave me a quick kiss and asked me for a fiver. I gave her the money without thinking, and she promptly strode off in the direction of the homeless man who was, without a doubt, having no luck at all with generosity.
Watching her cross the street was pure magic... like moses parting the red sea magical, with the crowds parting in a huge swath as if the dark fairy queen herself had graced their normal little lives with her presence. that kind of magic! She confidently strode up to the bum without a moments pause (he kind of flinched for a bit, as if he were expecting to be beaten at any moment, like I said, he must have had a very bad day), every eye in the circle was immediately on them, like they were waiting for something bad to happen....(stupid cattle, that day I learned to hate apathy)
She gracefully kneeled down till she was eye level with the man, I don't know what she said to him, I never will, but a smile crept upon the man's face as she gently gave him the five dollar bill....
To this day, I have but speculation as to what happened next. Psychologically, I think she shame'd all the people in the crowd that day. Spiritually, I think she broke the spell of fear that the crowd had for the man. Mentally, I thought she was crazy at the time, but I was proven wrong.
After she left, the crowds sort of swallowed the man, and I could catch glimpses, bits, and pieces of people giving the man money left and right, and from somewhere he had acquired a burger and soda, and a couple of other people were sitting on the curb near him as well....All my young brain could make out of the moment, at the time, was a socially unwanted goth girl just became a saint to a person in the direst of needs, and the kindness of someone who society does not accept spoke more than a thousand song lyrics or tomes to the crowd that day.
The point of this tale dear ones......
Do what is right and good, even if it's the last thing you want to ever do....
that's the definition of "personal honor"
You might just change a strangers personal world view a bit...
stay freaky,
Keevan... |
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 5:24 pm
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