I’m in a rather unusually bad amount of pain this morning, even for me, so please excuse me if my thoughts are somewhat incoherent or distracted or grumpy-seeming. Though I don’t know how you would be able to tell if I’m grumpier than usual.
It’s Monday yet again, and it’s only been two days since my last post, not three, because I worked on Saturday, and on that day, I also wrote a very angry blog post. I think some people might have found the degree of malice I expressed on Saturday disquieting or at least just not good, which I can understand. I tend to think of such terrible things a lot more often than most people do (though I share them only infrequently); it’s one of the reasons I find my own company unpleasant.
But, of course, I’ve tried to compensate for my dark tendencies by doing as much good in the world as I’ve been able to do, such as by becoming a doctor. I’ve never actually acted on any of my darkest impulses and dreams, except when I write horror stories, or when I write non-horror stories with horrible elements in them.
I guess maybe that’s one of the things that’s been therapeutic for me about writing fiction. Maybe the trouble is right now that I don’t have a good outlet for my terrible thoughts.
Of course, I know that the idea of thoughts and emotions as “substances”, as if some manner of fluids, which can build up and need release is not merely incorrect, but is not even a good analogy for how emotions and other neurological states work. This is part of why meditation is far more effective against stress and tension than is, for instance, the often counterproductive notion of catharsis.
Of course, sometimes things that work well for neurotypicals don’t work nearly as well for those on the autism spectrum*. For instance, there is apparently some reasonable evidence that cognitive behavioral therapy, which often works quite well for neurotypicals with depression, is not as effective and can even be counterproductive for autistic people; we already tend to over-self-evaluate our cognitions, and so the tricks and workarounds of CBT often are not merely redundant but miss the issues entirely.
Along a line of possibly similar nature, I’ve written before about how meditation often serves to reduce my anxiety but at the same time worsens my depression.
And yes, in case you’re wondering, I think it’s all a matter of neurological states‒or neurohumoral states if you want to be slightly more precise. I’ve spent nearly my whole life interested in such things; still, I have found neither evidence nor argument that has so far persuaded me that there’s any significant credence to the notion that humans are anything but temporary patterns of matter/energy, “spontaneously” self-assembled like any termite mound/colony or beehive/swarm**.
Once that pattern breaks because it can no longer sustain itself, due to injury or age or what have you, there is nothing more to it; it’s a hurricane that has passed. There can be records and traces of its passing, and the damage it has done can linger for a long time, but there is no “afterlife” for weather patterns.
People are more complicated than hurricanes, at least in some senses, I will admit that. But more intricate complexity doesn’t tend to make things more durable; it makes them more fragile, ceteris paribus.
Of course, all else is almost never equal. Nevertheless, it’s often useful to consider complex matters as partial differential equations in more than one variable***; one explores the equation by holding all but one variable constant and differentiating or integrating along only one variable at a time. As long as one thinks carefully about such things and never forgets that one is holding the other variables constant‒and by not forgetting, hopefully avoiding the oversimplification of one’s model of reality‒one can penetrate a great deal by recognizing when powerful tendencies persist even given the fact that other variables can influence matters.
For instance, the metallicity**** of stars influences the size at which they undergo certain levels of fusion, which is why it is thought that the earliest stars had different lifespans and luminosities relative to mass than later stars (like our sun). But they still, overall, behave like stars, and the bigger ones shine brighter and last a shorter time than the less massive ones. They are more alike than unalike, the narcissism of small differences notwithstanding.
Well…that tangent, or series of tangents, sure took me down unexpected paths! But I guess that’s the nature of tangents; in any nonlinear but continuous function (even one as simple as a circle), there are a functionally infinite number of possible tangents.
I think that’s the right mathematical metaphor; isn’t it? I guess it doesn’t much matter. I’m just expressing my highly stochastic thoughts (I doubt they’re truly random) as they come. But they would probably follow different courses if I did not express them in this fashion.
I hope your own thoughts are less troublesome to you than mine are to me and that you are at least at some degree of peace with yourselves and with each other. You might as well be, though I know that’s not enough to guarantee it. Still, do what you can, okay?
*Which I am, as you may know; I have written at least in passing about my recent, quite late, diagnosis.
**I don’t mean “like” here as “the same as” but rather “in the same fashion as”.
***My terminology is a bit sloppy here, but I’m not trying to be mathematically rigorous, I’m just trying to get my thoughts across with some clarity and accuracy.
****To astronomers/astrophysicists, a “metal” is any other element but hydrogen and helium (this no doubt irks chemists). The earliest stars would have been almost entirely hydrogen and helium, certainly to start off. Mind you, even later generation stars like the sun are still by far mostly hydrogen, but seemingly small “contaminants” can have noticeable effects on big systems, as in the fact that water vapor and carbon dioxide markedly affect Earth’s atmosphere and surface temperature despite being present in tiny amounts compared to nitrogen and oxygen.

Of course music and art could be outlets in addition to fiction. And there is non-fiction writing, as you do here. Hope the pain gets better!
Thanks. Yeah, music and art are good, but not as potent or durable (in my experience so far).
Your title: 😄 Thanks for reviving fond memories of childhood!
Ha ha ha! You’re welcome.
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