On 2005-12-19 03:36:00, Woof-a-Doof wrote:
I can't follow others justifications for staff. You know the ones....Staff members were simply caught up in an extension of thier time in the program. Sorry, I just don't subscribe to that rationale.
Well, maybe I get that better than some cause I had to figure it out to make sense of personal affairs. I saw it w/ my own eyes over years. The girl next door, the one who two of my brothers were hopelessly in love with. She went in, went through and came out a staffer. By the time I was on the run several years later, she was my sister in law and my nephew's mom. And she gave me safe harbour in her home to escape the madness. Just as quick, she pulled the rug out soon after my magical 18th birthday. But I can't really be mad about that. She was a young, struggling mother trying to build a family of her own. And, for reasons I can't quite wrap my mind around, I was a problem to her. And I saw the transformation again and again in Straight; newcomer to oldcomer to staffer to *poof*, dissapeared. So then I started looking around at the entire industry and the very same thing happens, again and again in all of these Synanon based TC programs.
Why blame the individual for falling for the same scam as so many hundreds and thousands of others have? Yeah, anger is the engine that drives us, much of the time, to solve problems. In this case, I don't think the problem is so much in the individuals who played their walk-on parts as it is in the philosophy and the institutions that propagate it.
I will take what ever peace I can find, when ever it is available. And Antigen, I do agree to a great extent with what you said in regards to "understanding". I don't mean to be arguementative...perhaps it's my own mis-understanding...
I forgive you :rofl: No, seriously, what's the point in having a conversation if everybody already agrees w/ one another at the outset? That would be like playing w/ dead puppies.
Don't you think there are two angers...That in the "present", when shit goes wrong or as you said, expectations are not met. Then there is longstanding anger (felt in the present) yet it's root stretches back some was some 28 years. The shit that goes on daily, I think I have a pretty good grasp of. The longstanding anger from Straight, eh, well thats a different story.
Honestly, the things that piss me off the most in the present are almost always reminders of those deep wounds from the past.
Like, fer instance, I take my dog and kids to the local park and settle myself in w/ some music and a good magazine. I needed that break more than the dog and the kids did, I think.
Well one kid goes merrily off to bike the walking path and the other turns the dog loose to heap her boysterous affection onto any passer by. The first passer by happened to be an elderly gentleman taking his prescribed constitutional accompanied by his home care nurse.
So I call the dog, leash her up and go lecture the kid on proper manners and making oneself welcome in this public place. Problem solved, right? Sure, so I go back to reading, doing the occasional swivel to make sure the littler kid is not wandering too far.
Next passer by is another elderly man, but not a nice guy at all. He stops to scold me about letting my dog run loose. I point out that I've already got that problem solved, the dog is tied off and the kid has been duely lectured. Wadaya want me to do, take them out and shoot them? Now, or can I wait till dawn? And do you think it's appropriate to walk up to an adult stranger and start lecturing on proper management of dogs and kids? He blinks, startled, how
dare I give him lip?
And he's not done, no! He then points to the sign, brand new and clearly listing all the park rules. This is a long list, like 10 items or so, of proscribed items and activities that kids like, likely intended to circumvent the proscription of posting just the one rule they really want; "No Goddamned Kids!" Rule #3 is no bicycles on the track.
So I ask him if he'd put his grandchildren out on these streets to play in traffic. He assures me that he would because it's a rule. So I call him a stupid Nazi.
That got him! That turned the table. Finally, he's pissed off in a vulnerable, unexpected way like me, not in an elder scolding the young, powerful kind of way as he had been. He's practically sputtering and stuttering as he shouts something about how I don't know anything about Nazis.
So then I'm calm again. I'm still angry, but enjoying the power of it. This is one of those scenes just like some past ones, except that I'm in control. I'm the grown up now. And we're out in the more commonly accepted reality, I'm right and I know it and I'm willing to take a chance that my new neighbors will probably acquit me. If not, well then who needs `em or their pretty park, right?
So this poor old dude is getting a little dose of what's owing to so many little fuckers like him in my personal ledger. I tell him that yes, blind adherance to arbitrary rules, untempered by compassion or common sense, that is just exactly where the Nazis went wrong. He was speechless and stalked off in a huff, muttering something about how I don't know who I'm dealing with and all. Never heard another word about it. Very satisfying!
The other old guy and his nurse finally make their way around to where I'm sitting and stop to thank me for reeling the dog in. One good tackle hug from that dog might have spelled the end for the frail old guy.
Next thing ya know, the city goes and puts playground equipment right in the middle of that fine and placid walking track w/ the WWII tank at one end and granite war memorial at the other. ROFL! I bet the old fucker had a stroke first time he saw that.
All in all, it was a win, a score settled. That little friendly conversation w/ the other old guy was just so reassuring. Made me feel welcome and wanted and right at home.
I'm not sure exactly what I'm getting at. Just maybe that I don't treat anger as a problem to be solved. Frustrated anger, impotent rage, yeah, that's a problem. In that case, I think you just have to either figure out how it's misplaced or mistaken and give it up or figure out how it's justified and rightous and how best to direct it.
I also frequenty hold forth on cheap plastic shit made in China. I have a couple of young men in my life now who are dear to me. One aspires to be a Marine like his dad and his dad and all the uncles worthy of esteem. They other might land up in the military if they institute the draft. So ain't no way I'm buying bullets for China's military, not if I have a choice. And I'll keep on delivering that sermon as often as need be till these kids of mine start to get it too. No, of course we can't be purists on this point. There's just no practical way to avoid buying cheap plastic shit made in China. That's the point. Wherever we do have a choice, I'll drive a little further, pay a little more, but do all I can to support competitors so they won't go away.
Oh, one more, this was fun. I'm checkin out this leather jacket for $20 goin "Huh, how's that possible?" And I find the tag, shaw nuff, made in China. So I said to my husband (loud enough to be overheard by the nebbish old lady taking her time going by us) "Oh, I see. This
is real leather, but not cow hide. It's actually made from the hides of spent Chinese slave children." The old lady smiled and moved on.
It's a damn poor mind that can think of only one way to spell a word! --
--Andrew Jackson