Monday Musings and What’s on My Mind Right Now
/The Oedipus Complex
I B’ chopping it up with The Glaws about life, all its ironic twists, and how they may sometimes startle us. /End Dramatics. I’ve been laughing considering the truth in something she shared with me, I’m paraphrasing but the gist is that we’re attracted to people who look like our parents. All of you that know me also know my preference; five-nine, medium to dark skin, natural (hair, nails, etcetera) surprisingly this is my mama give or take a few inches off the height. Sadly, I’ve never had a relationship with this preference, I’ve always ended up with the light skins. Respectfully, a reminder to like who likes you, I guess. I was absorbed with the thought so I took to the Googles and The Glaws is right, it is referred to as The Oedipus complex and it might not be implausible after all. A study concluded that heterosexual men and gay women looked for women with the same eye color as their mothers. Tell your dark-skin aunties to holla at me.
Response to Trauma
I’ve been spending less time on social media and less time watching TV. Replacing them with reading and listening. Reading books, essays, lyrics, poetry. Listening to y’all talk about nothing, podcasts, audible books, and music. Reading to learn, listening to smile. On one of the podcasts, a question was raised… Is happiness derived from trauma? There are times when we make a very conscious effort to find the positive in bullshit, not allowing negativity to impact how we respond. Is this a part of what we are conditioning ourselves to be or is it a trauma response? In a similar context, I’ve written about this: “Saying you are happy isn’t the same as being happy”
Emotional Depth
The fabrication of emotional depth is one of the reasons I cleaned my Instagram connections and went private. If you’re there, we locked in, ain’t no switching up. At times our social media connections trivialize the emotional depth that used to be required for true connections. And though I don't view the world of social media as a separate planet from the world itself, but in fact a part of the world itself, I am always careful not to assume a connection via social media is equivalent to all other relationships simply because that connection gets a title, i.e., follower, friend etcetera. Relationships are more than titles. If someone combines the incapacity to let go with the fabrication of emotional depth and a misconstrued view of a relationship title to be a relationship itself, someone else is in for trouble.
I have been that "someone else”
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