Sluts

I was reading this lovely post about how gentlemen are to handle affairs of the sexual kind with ladies who do not put much resistance to those affairs.
I don't think I need to say anything about it, really, the piece speaks for itself but it did bring up some recurring thoughts about the way men see themselves.

I find the author's views puzzling, although not uncommon. The way he speaks of the slut, it would seem he is disgusted by her. Yet, he shares  saliva, sweat and other bodily fluids with her. This man does not seem to value his own body very much as he doesn't mind sharing it with the slut.
What, in his mind, makes the slut such a disgrace? The slut doesn't respect her body because she shares it easily with various men. Furthermore, she is adventurous and knowledgeable in bed. The fact that the slut enjoys sexual relations also makes her disgusting.Of course, really, what makes her disgusting in his view is simply the fact that she is a woman. The author himself is guilty of every single thing he seems to despise the slut for.Perhaps the author is projecting a suppressed self-loathing, or perhaps he lacks any self-reflection.As much as I believe the author has plenty of reasons for self-loathing, the fact that he thinks he deserves a person who is better than himself in his own views points to the latter as the likeliest reason.
Men, I say to you, stop pointing your fingers at women. It's time for some male self-reflection.After all, no self-respecting woman wants to be with a man who doesn't respect himself, nor have her children born from his"polluted" semen. For every slut that is a female there is a slut that is a male, and it's time the slutty males of the world wake up.You are what you despise.

I want to be loved, but not more than I want to be.

If you change to adapt to the perceived preferences of others, what can be achieved?
Rather than loving you, you become what they love- but it's warped and misconceived.

Whatever experience you attain by compromising your self is compromised and becomes distorted.

Before you can be anything, you must be.

The Observer

Don't deny reality, however many there might be. Don't be afraid of experiences. A story is just a story, hearing a story won't harm you. Information should be processed and digested. There is no good information nor bad information. Your mind corrupts the experience, distorts it and transforms it into a memory. Not one experience can corrupt you if your mind is clear- then you will know the truth in every experience.  The truth is neutral in whatever experience it may come.

Don't be afraid of experiences. Not one experience can corrupt you.

Reality

"So I guess this is what it is- freedom. When you accept that whatever happens is what happens and is the only thing that could/should have been, because it is. Then, you are free."
Pause.
"What does it feel like?"
Shrug.
"It doesn't feel like anything."

Parallel Realities

There are indeed parallel existences in our world. There are people who exist on Earth that in effect, don't exist to me outside of a concept. For example, Kazakhstan (which I had to Google to spell correctly) is very much a real country with real people leading very, very real lives.

However, to me, they exist outside my own reality. They are only real to me as a concept of "Kazakhstani people" which is an empty concept as I know nothing of their culture or even exactly where they are (I will learn as soon as I finish typing this).

The point is, that they exist in a parallel reality to mine. To them, I am not real, and neither is my life. Our lives evolve simultaneously, and to some degree I am sure affect each other, yet our realities are not the same.

A concept of something, or someone, it's not the thing or person itself.

Posthumous

When I die, I don't want a tombstone with my name on it.

I don't normally go about having preferences for a future that effectively will never exist for me, but I was mindlessly scrolling through the internet and I glimpsed the line "When I die, I want my tombstone to read..." and it got me thinking.

Everyone has different beliefs and I don't know this as a fact, but I think that I exist inside my body, and although my body is a part of me, once I die, my body and I will be separated.
Nothing of who I am will be in a coffin underground.  My body is not what will remain of me.

What's going to be left of me in this world after I die, the part of me that will continue existing and representing who I am now, are all the things I've written and all the memories, however petty, that people have of me.
I don't want a tombstone with my name on it standing on a piece of ground that is completely unrelated to me. Even if my body is buried underneath it.

Perhaps what would be best for everyone is a world without tombstones, where we recognize that our bodies have borrowed their essense from the earth and are then returning the essence and returning to the earth. We shouldn't mark a spot on the earth and pretend that a larger part of what a person was can be attributed to it. Do we not all believe that atoms don't die, they transform? We probably shouldn't embalm people and delay the process of dust to dust either.

I think embracing the return to our origins, to the earth, would help ease the mourning and the fear we all seem to have of death. But we won't know unless we try.

"The Philosyphy of one century is the Common Sense of the next."

That was on my fortune cookie on facebook. Appropriately.