The Crazies

The Crazies.

I don’t know if there are more per capita or more overall due to a still growing population . . .

I don’t know if there are more (per capita) in a so-called (and self-perceived) ‘civilized society’ than there are in what is arrogantly perceived as a lesser countries (aka civilizations).  Nor can I document whether the number of crazies has grown per capita worldwide, or if it is, again, the result of a growing population.

They say when you cram too many rats in a cage, more of the rats become crazy – chewing off their limbs and/or attacking others.

But when it comes to craziness it seems there’s more of it, especially if you watch the news.  Bombers, stabbers, shooters, killers of small children . . . (sigh).  Sometimes I wonder about the crazies, and a “part” of me understands them – but I’d rather not.

We were always taught as a child being prepared for ‘war’ that you don’t take on a serious opponent without resorting to ‘dirty’ fighting.  Sure it seems “not fair”.  But there were no rules on infighting, especially if you were outnumbered or outweighed.  (Except no eye gouges, though those occurred.)

I remember one kid (this was the fight that went on for two days) – shoving sticks up my nose and ears as I lay exhausted, outclassed and outweighed . . .

But I’ve never understood going after someone who is innocent and ignorant of the whole thing.  I can’t see deliberately targeting an area you understand is going to be filled with innocents because it doesn’t change a single thing, except get the population mad at you and looking for revenge – engaging in another type of craziness as they attempt to prevent it from happening again.

It’s too bad people can’t “behave” themselves, learn to tolerate what is not hurting them – and quit seeing “hurt” in everything that’s different than what they’ve learned – or want – to live by.  Some people may desire one kind of lifestyle, another another.  One may want to worship by one religion; another by nothing at all.

I can’t see any harm in that, as long as they keep it to themselves and don’t try to force it down my throat.  I have no objection to what you do, as long as you aren’t hurting anyone.  I’m willing to play by the rules, do what I’m told, obey the laws.  After all, there’s sense in these things (though not all of them) that we call ‘the rules of civilized behavior’.

Speaking with bombs and weapons of violence, suppression, or oppression – they are the sign of a weaker mind, one intolerant of thinking anything anything besides them are right – and unable to make sense of – or live with – something different.  They are minds that don’t know tolerance, and usually are filled with fright.  They are the ones who are trying to change us to become more like them – not recognizing that ‘right’ is usually a fuzzy object when it comes to human behaviors, feelings, and beliefs.  Usually these crazies are affected by everything else; I’ve seen some of that amongst my own alters.

When I was young I was taught a lot of “wrong things”.  Some of them would give you horrors.  Some would give the FBI pause.  Fortunately my training was all about what to do when things went wrong – if “the balloon went up” or an apocalyptic happening, such as nuclear war, a Russian or Chinese invasion.  After the Vietnam war, the possibility of shooting children was one.  After all, what are you going to do if a child, or a gang of armed children, start running towards you and your men?  You’re going to defend yourself.  You have to.  After all, you must survive to accomplish your mission . . .

And when I was a teenager overseas it was assumed you might have to shoot someone like you.  But never “in anger” and never for revenge.  It was simply a job: defend yourself, your land, your country.  That’s all.  There was never any targeting ‘normal folks’, noncombatants.   There was only shooting the enemy, and if possible, taking out the officers and ones in command.  Never any of this business of targeting innocent populations or a public crowd.  That was understood as being useless.  If anything, it just made future jobs that much harder as they responded by cracking down on things, taking a closer look . . .

What I learned in psychology and sociology later on was that it takes generations to enact a social demand.  Thirty years or more of a constant pushing by the society that wants them, these changes.  Poking at them with a knife or the end of a gun doesn’t change them.  Only time – and a whole lot of ‘social education’ can do that.  I’ve noticed an accelerating trend, given the spread of media and reporting of events, towards an ‘educated society’, at least when it comes to local and major happenings.

Perhaps that is what this world needs.  Some relaxing of the rules would be nice, but face it: there’s a lot of moral and social ground to cover before we can begin to do that.  Until then we are going somewhere – elsewhere – and where I don’t know what will be happening in this so-called free society in which we are living.

I wish it could be more free, but that’s only going to be when there’s a whole lot less hate and intolerance of things which don’t hurt or harm anyone.  When someone can believe what they want and everyone else goes about their own lives, believing what they want – and blending into society.  If you’ve got something to say, go ahead and say it – but be aware that others may want (or wish) to ignore your actions and beliefs.  And that should be all right with both them and you.  Don’t let it drive you crazy.  Don’t become “one of them”.  You go on believing what you want, but do no harm in your actions to society, your children, or otherwise.  Don’t rely on others to make your beliefs feel right.  If you need someone else to believe what you believe – then you don’t have any faith.

Only you can know in your heart if you’re making a difference – for the good of mankind in the long run – or doing more damage in the end.

To both them and you.

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About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004T3IVKK ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( http://www.amazon.com/Boy-J-W/dp/1461022681). JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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