adjective: psychosomatic

(of a physical illness or other condition) caused or aggravated by a mental factor such as internal conflict or stress.
“her doctor was convinced that most of Edith’s problems were psychosomatic”

synonyms: (all) in the mind, psychological, irrational, stress-related, stress-induced, subjective, subconscious, unconscious
“psychosomatic illnesses can produce very real physical symptoms”

•relating to the interaction of mind and body.

A good majority of so-called disorders are nothing more than over-dramatized psychosomatic conditions.

They only seem to be more prevalent than they used to be.

Attention-seeking contrivances. Nothing more.

They’re as obvious as junk mail and spam.


Myriad Monday Musings…9 January 2017 ***UPDATED 15 January 2017***

* Author’s Note: I had originally ‘protected’ this post because of what seemed to be a lot of gratuitous profanity, but decided to make it a public post. No point in letting a completely honest post such as this not get proper viewing! It proved something that I’d suspected for some time, anyway – I won a small bet that I made with myself, LOL

I’m tired…tired, tired, tired. Sick and tired of liars. Sick and tired of bullshitters and back-stabbers. Sick and tired of useless fuckwads. Sick and tired of assholes who seem to have nothing better to do than manipulate and deceive. What is it about those types that make them so attractive? The ability to spin things? The ability to lie about life in a manner that is believable? I’ve always wondered this.

Funny, but I always thought that we are supposed to be honest, both with ourselves, and with others. We’re told to “treat others the way that you want to be treated.” We’re told that if you do good things to / for others, then good things will come back. The reality seems to be completely opposite: do good things to / for others, and watch them shit on you! Treat them kindly, and have them slap you in the face, kick you in the head, and give you a big middle finger! So strange…so strange.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m fucking pissed! Did I do something wrong? Not that I can see, but I’m sure being treated as if I have! Even worse, nobody will tell me what supposed transgression I’ve committed – they just turn their backs and grant me nothing but cold silence. It would be nice to be told, and not just sit and stew in a fruitless effort to guess! I’m not a fucking mind-reader, and I can’t say that I’d want to be if I had my choice of super-powers! A little honesty from others would be nice. Again, just one more reason why I don’t trust others.

Yes, I’m honest – sometimes brutally so! But, my honesty is never meant to hurt anyone. As the saying goes, “the truth hurts” – but, isn’t a lie far worse than an uncomfortable truth? “The truth shall set you free” is another saying; after all, if one believes and lives a lie, isn’t that far more harmful than having the truth told and adjusting accordingly?

I guess the world has changed that much, eh? If so, then that’s a truly sad state of affairs…but, I will continue to be honest. I won’t let liars and those who love them change how I interact with others – and, if honesty isn’t their strong suit then they can keep on going. I won’t miss them! Deceivers, liars, hypocrites, phonies, and back-stabbers have no place in my life. All they do is create drama and mistrust, and who needs that? Not I! If others are content to have bullshit artists blow smoke and play the ass-kissing game, then more power to them. It must work for them, in some way that I can’t fathom – nor do I want to.

It might be a lonely existence, but being alone and happy is better than being surrounded by sycophants who will ditch you in a hot minute for their next victim. I spent too much time in my teens and 20s allowing people like that to run roughshod over me, and had a personal epiphany when I was 26. That’s when I got my first tattoo, celebrating my decision to excise toxic people from my life, as well as getting tubal ligation. I already had my son; one child was enough, so I had that elective surgery. It’s a far better elective surgery than any undertaken for vanity’s sake, IMHO – but again, that is supposedly being “harsh” or “judgmental.” I fail to see how. I’m not mocking people who undertake reconstructive surgery, but I don’t have kind things to say about people who get cosmetic surgery. They are completely different, and I know that I’m not the only one who sees an issue with people who go under the knife multiple times. After all, some people who undergo strictly cosmetic surgery are supposed to answer a questionnaire before doing so, in order to assess their psychological makeup. There is obviously a need for this, but it isn’t done as much as it should be – money talks, after all, and many plastic surgeons are more concerned with their own income. Making sure that a psychologically damaged individual isn’t getting a new face and body to fill some hole inside them isn’t of concern or importance, apparently!

Speaking of the psychologically damaged, the interwebs seem rife with those types lately, especially with the electoral college placing a rabidly racist, foul-tempered, psychotic, misogynist who is obsessed with Russia as the next tenant of the White House. The biggest internet troll will be inaugurated on Friday, 20 January, and that is a vomit-inducing prospect – even more so than his descending a gilded escalator while throngs of paid “supporters” applauded. What strikes me as odd are the citizens of other countries taking on the aspects of the “ugly American!” Narcissism, hate, and sheer mindlessness runs rampant; those of us who try to point out these facts are shouted down, called names, and ignored. It boggles the mind…it truly does.

I guess the only good thing is, I have plenty of material for my dystopian, post-apocalyptic novel! It will be done right after I complete my autobiography. Writing is the easy part – publishing is proving to be more difficult, whether I go the traditional route or do the self-publishing thing! I’m still reaching out, attempting to get advice or tips – but again, it all boils down to silly popularity contests. Those who really don’t need help get it, while those of us struggling to get our feet in the door have said door slammed shut, repeatedly! It’s tiresome…but, I haven’t given up yet. I never succeeded at what I wanted to do by giving up, and the nay-sayers inspire me to prove them wrong. Story of my life, LOL!

Well, I feel a bit better, now. I think that I will do more posts like this, especially since there will undoubtedly be more things occurring that will put a burr under my saddle – and yes, they will be protected posts as well! Very few people seem to like what I write anyway; they prefer the re-blogs that I do, as opposed to anything original that I have written. So, permissions will be granted to those few who actually like what I have to say, and won’t get offended by my usage of adult language when I wish to vent my spleen! Those who are obviously not following me won’t have access, for obvious reasons. The brave, new world of 2017 demands vigilance – so, this isn’t my “safe space” – it’s simply my place to vent freely, and exercise my rights of free speech! I’m not being a hate-monger, I’m not posting gratuitous “torture porn” (or porn of any sort, for that matter), and I’m not claiming that my site is one thing and posting entirely different subject matter than expected. It is, and always has been, “My Outlet for (Almost) Everything!” That, right there, is pretty honest, in and of itself.

And so it goes…


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