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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Extreme Psychosis

EXTREME

PSYCHOSIS

A Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/31/2006

I woke this morning to find an abrasion I had noticed yesterday, must be a spider bite. An insect bite of some sort at any rate.

This really isn't a big deal. I have had insect bites quite a bit in my life time. This one is a bit more special though.

This one is on my pelphner.

I examined it and found that it isn't all that bad. As insect bites go, it is rather a small concern, but I do think that the area of the bite lends a bit more to the aspect of concern just as things go.

This being said, I then found myself wandering in thought. For some reason the spider bite on my "unit" as the boys say, somehow brought me thoughts of some people I used to work with.

I realized the severity of some of the political leanings of people I had worked with some eight years ago now. Not all of them, just a select few that fancied themselves on the cutting edge of "their" political movement.

They very much considered themselves extremists in the "feminine" sense.

Of course they were lesbians or bi-sexual... but some of them, as I think about it were just extremely bent.

I began to consider the celebrations that would take place if it were that I had called into work today and said I was going to go to the hospital (just as example) to treat a spider bite on my penis. Even though I personally didn't have any pronounceable areas of friction with these ladies, it still would have resounded in very much a celebratory sense.

They would have rejoiced at the idea of a man having his penis injured in any way. What is more, it could be any man... for most part.

I didn't really consider it then being attentive to my own business of pursuing my interests in the culinary, but I think back on it now and realize I had heard some pretty extreme stuff being said and promoted from their "rank and file" pertaining to wants of mutilations. Some vengeance that no one ever really knew the reasons for. And other really messed up stuff if it is that a person simply heard it for the face value of it.

I suppose then... giving the relationship I had in a rather productive and positive manner with my chosen career, that we as humans exist on different planes... even simultaneously. Like we don't develop or progress, but simply add in succession to the folds of various extremes in psychosis.

It never concerned me beyond simply feeling it was some way in which to deal with stresses and vent. But now that I look back at it, it truly does seem a rather extreme and severe dysfunction to say the least. As if answering what ever it may be that could have inspired such extremes in hatred.. so extreme that they had become common place in many instances, with similar and even more so removed from sanity sort of responses is all that humans can ever be.

A bit disconcerting to say the least, that people I was working with and having somewhat civilized conversations with daily... could, at the drop of a hat, bring themselves to gleefully mutilate my physical body for even the most slight of reasons.

I haven't even ever been promiscuous. In fact, I have had some hard core lesbians tell me they thought I had too much respect for women.

But of course, these were women that I had heard speak in a more derogatory manner about other females, than any man I have ever heard in my life. Some things that would make a sailor blush, so to speak... and as mentioned, the type of women that in one sentence would make such a statement as to respect for females, and in the next be wielding some borderline insanity as a reason to cut someones testicles off.

Oddly enough as well, now that I remember back on it... they seemed to favor the sort of men that were actually pig like. The sort of guys that did embody, to some degree, those aspects they claimed to hate. Maybe it is a sort of spiders web thing? But I doubt it given the things I have seen in relationships both professional and outside of work. It more than likely is as result of insecurities...wanting to surround themselves with the sort of people they could feel superior to. The sort of people that displayed daily some suggestion that their psychosis was justified. The sort that made them feel correct so to speak.

If you are a vile pig of a human, it would seem that you stand less of a chance in receiving some sort of physical dismemberment (in their minds and actions) than if you are an individual interested in a career with as little drama as can be managed.

I should send them all some party hats and happy horns... and of course a note of apology since it is only a small spider bite, and probably won't result in my "member" being removed....

But of course as they say, hope springs eternal!

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