I wonder what it is about myself, that feels relaxed listening to Michael Gira's "I'm an infant, I worship him". For those of you who know, it's an obscene, sexual, grotesque gory spoken word, which in my opinion explores the relationship between self disgust and authority. While I was listening to this, I found myself so enthralled by it, I laid on the floor and just closed my eyes. It's not usual that I feel rejuvenated by something, I often don't really feel whole. Sometimes though, it happens. Whether it be through sexual release, or reading a book like Story Of The Eye. I haven't read much like Story Of The Eye, but when I read that I felt such relaxation in indulging my mind in the Debauchery.
I know this question is way too vague for someone to answer, because after all you don't know me. This isn't something I'd be willing to bring up with my psychologist either. I thought maybe there would be some fellow out there who could relate to what I'm saying. Maybe give me some insight, or wisdom on what the condition of a mind so perverse could be. If you have payed attention to any of my other posts, you know I take pleasure in disgusting things, sometimes. I find a lot of things disgusting and unpleasant, even the stuff I find pleasant sometimes.
I feel strange, I wish I could understand myself, but all I have to hold myself up against is the very pathetic, obsequious behavior of my fellow human beings. They obey what they find normal, they behave as if they're a tribe of stupid monkeys. I don't know why that makes me hate them sometimes, or just the idea of them. When I meet with people on an individual level, I realize they're not as terrible as they may seem. I may develop a rapport with some who I may otherwise find disgusting. People who I am somewhat disgusted by, when I form a friendship with them I'm forced to accept the parts of them I am repulsed by. That's part of being a friend, is tolerance.
I guess that's what it could come down to, is knowing that we are all simply beings, of no higher or lower value or moral fiber. We all simply exist, to judge someone else is a primal feeling. To judge yourself though, then to judge others, to not know where the feelings you feel come from, simply bubbling up from your sub conscious, as if there were just a big stew of emotions and thoughts. The human mind really is a confusing, and sometimes dismal place. But at the same time, it makes you wonder why. I wonder what it would be like, to feel rejuvenated and feel whole inside of myself.
I've written a lot of stupid crap, but I realize that what I'm saying is vague. I just hope that maybe someone will be able to make vague sense of this.