I think most people do understand satire, unless it's very subtle. The problem arises when someone doesn't trust where it comes from or want a reason to be angry at the source. Take Jeff Dunham. I don't see anything satirical in his show, just hate and ignorance. People will argue very differently and tell me that I "just don't get it". I do, but I find him disdainful and don't think he should be able to hide behind the defence "It's satire".
He's legs will never be the same, but he's past the worst of it. He gad to get wiring put all through his legs to give him mobility. So while he can walk, it means intense pain. Still, he's in a good place and has a lot of support which makes it a lot easier.
Well I'm glad you had someone when times were the hardest. I cut myself away from people when things were going rough for me, not a good decision. I'm lucky I didn't do something extreme during that period.
Been there done that extreme thing you were talking about.
(i.e. the suicide attempt at 19)
There were loved one’s all around me…and still I drove off that night.
Sometimes I wonder if I have actually succeeded in some past that I’ve had to re-live in order to get past that point…this has been what several suicide/near-death experiencers have said.
Because I did pass out…just wasn’t quite dead yet…only the passer-by saved me. I parked in such an innocuous spot too.
Totally random.
I’m glad you didn’t do anything regretful like I did…and I do regret it, but I think I really felt at that time, in order to live my life in a genuine way it would be so much more difficult…It hit me all at once and I felt overwhelmed and alone…misunderstood.
And it’s true, it has been fucking hard…but that is all subjective now that I can see things in retrospect…those weights I put on my shoulders were my own…still are my own.
I hope your friend continues to see improvement and pain loss! That was always so hard to see some young person come into the surgical suite just completely broken everywhere…their organs ruptured, limbs broken, brains damaged….usually for a stupid reason…or THEY were the one’s hit by the drunk.
More and more I am seeing crazy connections in almost everything…ideas on non-duality…that we are the bubbles of one grand consciousness at the very basic level.
Just as each bubble is an individual, with different sizes, different paths floating through the air, some pop sooner than others…we all emerged from the soup of soap in the bottle until some divine(?) or not, force helped us emerge to be separate but not really.
And somewhere along the line man stopped thinking of himself as part of a greater whole…their egos raged…and we end up with the societies and history we know today.
Here’s a crazy story for you.
My Son spent the night on Saturday, and at 9 when the Ghost Adventures show comes on, he promptly rolls his eyes and gets on the iPad (don’t lecture me about Ghost Adventures…I know it sucks…it’s fun for me, don’t ruin that.)…so he really doesn’t care nor believe in ghosts, at least this is what he tells me hehe.
Anyhow, that night I had a dream there was an evil spirit in the house my eyes were closed as I searched for it…but I could see it with my mind’s eye…it was like looking through a thin linen scarf around my eyes and I could see in multiple directions at once…I could feel it and as I pinpointed it I rose up off my feet in the hallway and began floating toward it, yelling - “Get the fuck out of my house, you have no right to be here, this house is off limits!” again and again…then all I can say is I blasted it with my mind really powerfully and pushed it through the outside wall.
Then I woke up, shaken up, drenched in sweat (like that other dream about the demons). It took a bit, but I fell back to sleep.
So the next mooring, my Son gets up and says - I woke up last night and heard you yelling, but when I opened the door (across the hall from mine, and I leave mine open) it stopped. He watched me sleep from the hall for a second…also keep in mind if I were yelling out loud, it would have woken Sensiko for sure. He says - As I was walking to the bathroom I saw a ball of light go past the kitchen.
I ask if it could have been a car light, or a flashlight even? No, it was in the room.
Seems too random on both ends to be a coincidence.
That kind of blew my mind…who was the light he saw…me or the ghost?