My perception of the word STATUS and how I absorb the cultural delivery occasionally takes my breath away *when I'm paying attention* The brick wall built by our own hands .. that we the people allow social websites to control the few doors windows, vents and fresh air...How? With a single question to satisfy. You know it, we all know the MAGIC of: "What's your Status?" People subconsciously fall for the misuse of the word Status employed by overpaid marketing weasels. How you might ask? The corporate weasels whet America's Ego Obsession by loosening our subconscious to the point of obscenity utilizing ONE WORD... and magically this one word implies how terribly intelligent, important and essential to world function we ALL are. Status? Oh Yes, and since we are all egotists, we fall for it and do what they want, talk about ourselves. What an ingenious way to stroke an ego into an almost Pavlovian response. Because everyone must know everyone else's status and coveting begins. From kids to stories to dogs to causes... Duped.
I ask people to ponder this perverse perspective. I need to desist at the moment, as I'm tired but the implications of marketing and unconscious suggestion is staggering.
Getting back to me (Where did I say I escaped by chewing off a leg?)
I feel the word status fits in the summary of today. It's about time I admit all the 'gripes and moans' I point out are band-aid descriptions for Depression. I am writing enough to be the armchair anthropologist again. I hope to make thing click with this admission, as this is where I choose to express / interpret / digest how to manage my life with another clunky word that is too vague to describe me.
However, the past weeks have been very motivating and positive, and events in the past year threaten the fabric of motivation and positivist potential from becoming kinetic. I want to NOT use words like COPE, DEAL, GET OVER because I refuse to allow those words to dictate how I should feel. No STATUS. No service. No Ego. BAH!
Anyway, my STATUS: I am so tired (but I still fell for it). Physically and emotionally.. These feelings of tired are so welcome because they feel healthy... and I have struggled to find peace of mind to feel tired.
How did I do this today? I entered my daughter's wormhole ... where time stops as I hung a mountain of clothes ... I emerged triumphantly hours later dazed that her room was clean...
I also visited a friend and we talked about things to make the eyebrows wriggle. I came home and the idea of "*knitting a sweater" lost some of its pissed off luster.
So my STATUS: I think I am putting me first, which amazingly leads to smiling and happiness. I'm case in point. Me first. Ego stroked.
I also believe this blog and research is filling a draft I forgot my psyche had.
Sweet Dreams Everyone. May they be squishy ones. *giggle*
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| STATUS: Let go my Ego... |
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