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On the Inconvenience of Interactions with and Interpretations of Behavior of the Aloof Male
There are those in this world who would deign to equate indecisiveness with dishonesty. Indecisiveness, in this instance, stems from a reluctance to provide definate attributes to anything percieved as real, which in turn is accorded by the percieved inherent hapazard confluence of everything. In this light, it seems understandable that one might come across as withholding certain particles of truth from shared observance when their worldview is shaped by a chaotic, playful universe, determined to be indeterminate, seeped in paradox--a universe that is as much of an example of enlightened, integral health and intelligence as it is exemplary of violence, distrust, and destruction. Obviously, such a worldview provides prime nutrients for the gestation of an avoidant pathology in regards to the formulation of decisions until deemed absolutely necessary for the survival of the one in question.
The aloof male, drinking his cheap beer, smiling in the sun, grooving on whatever and not committing to much in general, is willing to be percieved as untrustworthy as long as he is able to live in accordance with that which he believes to be his core philosphy, which basically states that nothing is entirely permanent in any form or fashion, which thereby renders useless the application of names, labels, and establishments--the abstract concretizing, solidifying of any concept is a waste of time and energy when it's only going to be dismantled in the future, if for no other purpose than to avoid that ever prevelant ennui within which the aloof male finds himself ensnared often (a form of imprisonment that hastens his desires and passions for "the other", i.e., that which is beyond).
The male's infatuation with what he can't percieve with his immediate sensory awareness is a common trait throughout history, according to mythologist and mythological hero expert Joseph Campbell.
So, what's the big deal? Why's it even an issue? If he doesn't mind seeming weird and/or untrustworthy, why doesn't he go lolly-gagging, dilly-dallying throughout life, drinking beers and reading scientific journals, ogling the art on the wall while everyone else at the table talks about work, sashaying down the sidewalk w/ his headphones while everyone wonders what the fuck someone could be so happy about when the world is dying and peace is a fairy tale, ingesting psychotropins and/or sitting alone in a room for hours until something touches him that he can't see or hear but is so there he can't do anything but laugh at his tears?
It's his ever-present counterpart. Woman, his proof that That Which Creates is the artist of the most delicious expression, capable of creating the perfect combination of beauty, fury, sensitivity, ruthlessness, and intelligence. The aloof male can't even figure himself out; how another expect to do so? In the best of moments, she can do little but tolerate him, and swollow her anxieties, for she knows that that of which she is uncertain, when mentioned, will be answered with a shrug, a somnambulistic gaze toward the shoes, or, in extreme cases, a frown accompanied by an ascetic chewing of the lower, inner lip.
The author sees a possible reasoning for this difficulty in communication when observing an ostensible discrepancy between general perspectives. The background for the aloof male's worldview is outlined in previous paragraphs. Could it be that females, generally speaking, gravitate toward a method of thinking which serves to attempt at a solidification of concepts (especially emotionally based concepts), and thusly imposing a step-based process upon the progressive evolution of said concepts? I'm not looking for a simple, catch-all answer here, 'cause I know that's just too good to be true, but I'm just musing, just fleshing some shit out that's been on my brain for a couple days. I don't know. Ok, I'm done now.
Currently listening :
The House of Apples and Eyeballs
By The Octopus Project
Release date: By 31 October, 2006 |
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