Saturday, June 29, 2013 8:36 PM
It's all in my mind.
Once upon a time, it was emotions first.
Anger, frustration, happiness, excitement, anxiety. This inclination began from the start of time, a work of nature that I presume reached every child. As they came my person would yield to them, allowing them to show in my tone, my actions, my frown, my smile.
As I grew up, the emotions grew stronger similarly.
I certainly didn't realise it then, the unstable emotional creature that I was... But my emotions ruled before my mind. Anger, hate, disappointment... The sense of feeling trapped was so real, and the tears that I cried from the feeling of injustice, misery and exasperation... And yet it was the negative feelings that came out in torrents, not positive ones.
It is a futile hope, but I would have hoped that no other primary schooler had to feel them as strongly. Preferably don't even need to feel it.
I got into RV.
Forget the concept of a new start, it wasn't the case for me.
I brought the girl who was constantly on edge with me here.
And even as I continue to forget, I know there are the unfortunate victims of my bursts of irritation and anger who probably still remember that crazy person that I was. I can only apologise for treating so meanly everyone who was on the receiving end of that unrestrained temper.
I look back and realise that things could have been disastrous. No one had to put up with my self-righteous behaviour. And yet it seems... They all did.
I couldn't have asked for a kinder environment.
So I started to grow up and actually do so, by allowing my mind the reigns instead of my emotions.
化愚化顽。
I don't know for others. It happened to me.
Until my mind came first before emotions... For what was emotions but a prelude to folly? And so they simmered under a still surface, where mere ripples will give a hint of what churns underneath.
Their inclinations siphoned away by a sheer force of logic.
On occasion they burst forth like a tsunami, when my mind was shaken, when there was nothing forceful enough to repeat to myself to still the raw thoughts-
It usually concluded with me chiding myself at the end of it:
you idiot who made a fool out of yourself.... Why did you hurt people you idiot? Idiot idiot idiot...
Excess of caution had always been my mantra, since I tried to lock up the emotional and unstable girl I was.
Excess of propriety, for that's where you can't make yourself disagreeable.
Excess of logic, for every damage that I may inflict ought to be taken seriously.
Excess handfuls of salt, for I would always think too much. That would be me being an idiot.
Sometime back then, these excesses ended up fulfilling the opposite of what I had striven to achieve.
Specifically, it hurt someone.
And so I awkwardly started to work around it,
awkwardly tried to drop the inclinations of logic,
awkwardly tried to drop the barriers about me without letting loose the unbalanced person.
And yet there were still things I clung on to- one of it is propriety.
If
you'd have it that way, fine: my favourite word.
Whether or not it served me well is a continual battle of wits between the two halves of myself.
My evaluation is skewed.
But
thereafter, I fancy I became trapped in the facade of well being.
I masked the true depth of the distraught, attributing it, to anyone who bothered, the failure I was at my academics. Meanwhile, my subjects continued to suffer. I really hadn't energy to pull myself to my feet and show some
discipline.
I didn't have the strength to pat my back over such a clever excuse either. But that was a good thing I didn't I guess. Apparently it was as clear as day to my close friends that academics could not by itself do that much.
I recall her advice yet again.
I would never have acted on it, given the state of mind I had then. I had too much faith.
A vertical cliff met me, and every time I stretched my hand upwards to drag my weighted self up, the stones would cut into my hands and my muscles would scream from the fire. Every time I thought I was getting the hang of it, I'd slip.
After a year, I think I can say that the reigns have been returned to my mind.
Everything is changed.
Generally, what was contemplated with a degree of thought has been crushed as foolish and idiotic.
I can't help but wonder what you'd have done if you were there on Thursday.