I was undecided whether to use this space as a proper journal, because it seems like a pretty open thing to do.
However, i think it would be more productive to have a go at putting things in here, as i tend to remember what i have written here better.
Today i came across “digust” in relation to attraction. (this is the theme at rhe moment).
It was disgust towards someone else, but i recognise towards my body too, which is really ‘humanity’ being that ‘disgust’ towards all bodies.
So the “digust” to “desire” scale, is the default. (excuse the declarative tone, i am playing with this idea).
The underlying attraction is actual, i am assuming too. So, then ‘i’ am always something over that attraction or lack of attraction. This makes sense.
As claudiu said, it’s very simple. Attraction is a simple thing. It’s when it is this ‘feeling scale’ which is ‘me’, punishes with disgust and rewards with desire that the brutality starts. Above that is the insight i saw in 2017. That the “carrot” of desire is sexual bliss, which itself is a derived feeling from the primal distress of being born.
The actual offers free peace, security, sensuous enjoyment (as both excellence experience and intimacy experience, and more). I have even read actually free people describe some moments, or many moments as better than any orgasm. I can’t remember who said that.
The “stick” is disgust. I felt it very viscerally at one moment today, as if i would loose myself in the mire if i was to have a partner who was not attractive to me in anyway. So, i am driven to stay in desirous states, because the alternative is to be cast down into the mire.
So i both am disgusted, but generally am trying to find things that i can desire to drag myself towards that promised bliss.
I saw it at the gym. Looking in the mirror, i felt disgust towards some of my physical traits, and the desire (as pride) of the attractive traits.
being punished and rewarded at the same time, in a few minutes of looking in the mirror.
Fascinating stuff actually. I’ve never been so precise about any of these feelings. Which is a shame, because they have dominated me since childhood (i have very clear memories of such moments of desperately trying to be attractive).