Morality, Shmorality
Just be a good person.
Is that so hard?
There was a time when being a "good person" was defined by ethical, religious, and legal concepts which were easily identifiable by all. The big 10, anyone? I mean, honestly, how hard is it to go through life without murdering, stealing, etc? The answer is simple, way too hard for us. If it were so simple for us to abide by principals like those, then we wouldnt have the need for police forces and militaries and canadian mounties. Instead, we find it so difficult to live within any confines, either moral or legal, that we have established subcultures which tell us that it's perfectly ok to not be a good person, because that's what makes us good people... I only bring this up because today I was told that I was a good person, and it disgusted me when I realized that it actually means nothing anymore.
I was reading PT (I call it that, because it continually refers to itself as such, probably in an attempt to be "hip", but it stands for "Psychology Today", which despite it's name is actually a monthly publication not a daily) today, and it had several topics of interest which I thought I'd share with my millions of adoring fans (the 6 of you). Also, I havent written anything other than psychotic hippy-babble in a while, so I thought something of substance from me to you would be appreciated =D
So apparently there is a large subculture of Thailand that identifies heavily with the cowboy. That's correct, I said Thai Cowboys. And not fake cowboys, no assless chaps and buckaroo boots ponying up to a bar and ordering an appletini, no skin-tight jeans and manufacturer-faded red/black plaid dancing the boot-scootin boogie to old Alan Jackson albums while they chew their dip, we're talking real life cowdoods and cowdoodettes. It's gone so far as to have an entire jungle cut down... to create a dude ranch where they can raise cattle herds the old-fashioned way. You havent had Thai Food until you've had a pot of beef and beans on a drive across Chao Phraya, prepared by a guy named NIran Hank (which as far as I can translate means "Hank the Eternal, the greatest cowboy in all of Thai cowboydom) and his band of grizzled bandidos. I find this phenomena of great interest because they embrace the cowboy for the same reason that I would imagine America did for so long. The Cowboy was the renegade that refused to submit to the cultural standards of refined society, and in a Thailand that is becoming increasingly bourgeois, the marginalized masses need some hero-archetype to identify with. Much as the Greeks, and later the Romans, could empathize with the horrendous hardships that their heroes endured merely to carry on as men, the Thai people are identifying with the culture of the old american west as a last-ditch desperate effort to find an identity of strength as they watch their world slowly erode away under the pressure of increasing europeanization. Fight the power Thailand. You can take their lives, but you can never take their amazingly incorporative combinations of folk western and traditional thai music (imagine a ballad played in constant dissonance on eastern stringed instruments, sung in Thai with an Autry-esque warble).
It also turns out that psychologists can do more harm than good following traumatic experiences in a patient's life. While the contemporary belief has generally held that one should be nearly-forced to express oneself after a traumatic occurance, in order to prevent the bottling up of emotions and the sticky aftermath that the subsequent explosion would cause, this is now being debated against in the academic psychiatric/psychological community. While it can be true that bottling things up has detrimental effects long term, it has now been found that removing the natural defense mechanism of bottling, in the short term, can have more dire long-term effects than if people had been allowed to progress at their own pace through their grief. Incoming, Jared Analogy. The following paragraph is the express view of James Ensor 1313, and does not necessarily reflect the opinions of Livejournal, PT, or the American Dead Belgian Painters Society.
When one gets sick, if one were to actually follow their body's advice rather than the advice of that most fickle of organs, they should experience an urge to spend a great deal of time laying down, sleeping, eating, fulfilling the most basic requirements of the body. The reason that we experience this is not necessarily that fighting off the disease requires so much of our body's precious resources that we have none left for such strenuous activities as reading the mail, or cleaning the bath-tub. This urge is meant to aid not only in supplying extra resources toward fighting away the infection, but also as a protection mechanism against further infection. See, unlike a demented drug-crazed Hitler in the 1940's, our body understands that it can wage war on one front much more readily than on two. So rather than risking the wrath of the yet-undiscovered Stalin, our psyche goes into recovery mode. We withdraw from social circles and keep our feelings bottled up, to prevent any misuse of the information that might cause further psychological damage, until such time as we feel we have comfortably built up our psychological defenses again. This is, of course, only my interpretation of the study results. I recommend reading the study for yourself to draw your own conclusions! But know this, if you have gone through a traumatic experience and everyone is telling you that you need to talk it out, make that decision yourself. Talk it out because you're ready to talk it out, not because of societal pressure screaming "TALK IT OUT OR YOUR BRAIN WILL EXPL
Also, I got the soundtrack to Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, and I discovered that the tracklist may be a big part of the reason I loved the movie so much... it is amazing. (And yes, Chad, the soundtrack is only 15 tracks long, far short of the title-suggested "infinity", so the cost per track comes out a lot closer to $0.85 than to the $0.00 we had originally estimated, dividing ridiculously by infinity. It's worth the eighty five cents per track though!)
Sorry about my attitude of recent, I've had a very stressful and strenuous few weeks, and it got me down quite a bit. Also, my phone works again, hooray.
