...but it's not Me. :

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I found one of my moral inventory notebooks while cleaning a closet a few weeks ago. Reading through it, I felt nauseated and ashamed. Ashamed that I could have been so weak minded and easily manipulated. The writings don't even sound like me. They sound like sound-bites from raps...bits and pieces of various staff members personalities.
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"my mother told me she'd been reading them and found them to be very disgusting"
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I cursed much more in the seed than I ever did prior to going there. Every other word was 'F*ck', f*cking,' shit, etc. I think staff thought this showed real inner strength..."I was a F*CKING WHIMP!"...the women / girls were especially prone to this macho way of talking.
Maybe I was just unusual, maybe others really expressed their own thoughts and feelings in their MI's. I have trouble finding an original thought or phrase anywhere in mine. It's like someone had given me a personality transplant. And this is what they called learning to 'be yourself'? I was learning to be the person they (art, staff and group) were molding / conditioning me to be. My m.i.'s were just the regurgitated words of staff.
Reading through the MI's of my early months there, I'm still amazed that I wasn't completely taken-in. I sure sound brain-washed to me now. It's scarey. I've often wondered what the factors were that allowed me to escape that heavy-handed conditioning. Funny, but I think my family's value system played some part. I was taught as a child to question everything critically..not just to believe or accept because someone said-so. The same thing that caused me to question and become disillusioned with much of the drug-culture before I went to the program, also caused me to question the Seed ideology. Another factor was probably all the reading I did on my program. Whatever the cause, I'm profoundly grateful that I didn't fully 'get it.'
Over all the months of my inventories, two themes keep recurring. I chastise myself over and over for listening to 'space music' and fantasizing about chicks. I guess it was just a losing battle. 30 years later, I still love my space music (mainly floyd & the moody blues) and I married a chick! :lol: I am thankful that I was able to go to the Seed instead of languishing in a Georgia prison, but I'm just as thankful that I didn't get stuck in that seedling mindset.