I am starting to get back on track again lately, starting to re-establish a better base line and current time awareness again.
Touching on what Felix mentioned in his journal about facing his resentment of being alive, I really noticed I have been trying to brush my resentment under the carpet and not face up to it. There has been a lack of sincerity in this regard. A lot of what Felix (thanks amigo) has written has struck a chord with me. His writings have helped me remember my own PCE’s and remind me what I am doing on this path. What I have noticed is that there are so many layers of resentment and anger in me.
There is a strong desire to want to see the human race punished. I have this disdain for people. Their cultures, religions, politics, ideas…it all seems annoying to me…I feel apart from the world, like some aberration. There are so many things that have built up towards this anger and resentment, some of the same experiences have also fed into the anxiety and depression I have experienced as well. These range from a strict and aggressive father, difficult relations with siblings, to rejection an embarrassment of spots and rosacea, other embarrassing medical issues, parents that were ill, being from a low income family, being run over, seeing kids so ill and suffering when working on a paediatrics ward as a student, processing medical data and the countless stories of suffering and horribleness from people, all of the suffering and problems.
Having really bad skin was a big one for me personally. To be made to feel different and apart from other people. To be judged as a person based on a factor you can’t control. People who were once your friend, not wanting to know you. Being treated with contempt and disgust. It changed my whole life and perspective of humanity. Though I can be sociable I always had that sense of being slightly an outsider other than my group of close friends formed at high school. As a group we had an “us against the world” type identity.
There is this 90s film called Falling Down, starring Michael Douglas, it always resonated with me, like I was just one wrong moment from snapping. This resentment fosters so many over the top fantasies when very angry like wanting the whole world to burn and be destroyed in a nuclear apocalypse. There is a part of me that was happy about covid, then disappointed it wasn’t more deadly and infective. I am trying to sincerely acknowledge the lack of harmlessness and altruism that I am capable of. To the world I project this image of an ordinary “Mr. Nice guy” but I am really not. I am one bad day from “Mr Apocalypse”.
I used my love of creativity and learning to escape from that anger and it worked, it worked very well. I see that my love of creativity and learning and the emotional vibes and flavours I would experience in relation to this always helped keep anger and resentment at bay. I can see how this in some way could be considered a form of disassociation. I would use other forms of escapism too to never really deal with that undercurrent of feeling. It seems as I have pulled away from indulging in those vibes and highs and that I am confronted with those feelings more frequently. It is like I never fostered the maturity to deal with those emotions because I always escaped from them.
My life is full of more responsibility from child caring, cleaning, working and the monotony of routine life, I can see that I have allowed the resentment to breed and culture and go unchallenged. I am not escaping it with imagination but neither have I been nipping it in the bud.
I would say that exposure to Actual Freedom is the only countering force in my life against that internal anger and rage. I haven’t been sincere though. This last week or so, it has been like a seismic shift. To really see the mess of me.
Anger, resentment…there is such a sticky quality to these emotions. It is so easy to feel that what you are feeling is so just and fair. I find there are some emotions that seem harder to get back to current time awareness and being felicitous from. Like horniness, it seems the snapping out of it slows down in certain emotions. Whereas say feeling embarrassed I find easy to get back to feeling good, less resistance. Like each emotion has its own resistance, the core emotions like fear, aggression, love, etc, have a higher resistance, are stickier, if that makes any sense.
It makes me sad to admit this, but it is my family, that take the brunt of my resentment, anger and frustration. I am trying to break that cycle. Its like since actual freedom, I haven’t wanted to admit what I am still capable of. Like trying to project an image of being further along in my progress in the actualist path than is actually the case.
I have had a few excellence experiences this week and I think I have definitely exposed a part of myself that feels raw but no longer as untouchable/unchangeable. Sometimes, for me at least, it feels like there is no way an emotional response can ever change or go away. It feels too raw, too ingrained, too deep, but this really is not the case.