something that kept me mired in self hate for years, and still shows up occasionally, is that it's hard to separate "I hate being me (with my abilities, experiences and wants)" from "I hate being me (stuck living this way while other 'better' people get to have fulfilling comfortable lives)," especially while stressed, and especially since in childhood everything was some huge moral judgment.
So I'm having a very "I hate being me" day.
This weekend's introspection fits into being this pissy/despairing today. I now feel that while self-hate *did* make me less likely to meltdown in ways that could be noticed and punished, the meltdowns were about overwhelm as well as just triggers, so the self-hate wasn't 100% effective; and the down side of greater self worth is being angry at my wants, identity, and safety being discarded for others' convenience at any moment.
There's an old story about a samurai asking a monk to explain heaven and hell. The monk completely goes to town on this poor putz, yelling at him about how ugly, stupid, unkempt, lazy and... he keeps going right up to when the samurai loses it and goes for his sword, and yells "THAT IS HELL!"
The samurai immediately takes his hand off his hilt, breathes, and the world isn't so utterly terrible anymore, and the monk says "and that's heaven."
I live in this story a lot too often for comfort.
und sie fragen; welchen sollen wir toeten?
und Sie werden mich sagen horen; ALLE!
und wann die Koepfe faellt
sage ich HOOPLA!
und ein Schiff mit 8 Segeln
und mit 50ge Kanone wird beschwindet mit mir
The other art thing I did today was I listened to even more of the Beasties and inked, scanned, stitched and did a little bit of editing on some characters I had lying around October's sketchbook. #drawings
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.