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I have no desire to be friends with the guy who serves me coffee or even checks out my liver at the hospital...all I ask for is a reasonable level of competence and polite silence, ************** I think I'd go insane if I had to banter with everyone I ran across on a daily basis.
"My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities.
Originally posted by jokei
reply to post by infobrazil
Aww man, I worked in retail as a student and that just annoys me, especially people paying in coins ~ unless it's a senior citizen, they can do what the hell they like.
The Indians in their simplicity literally give away all that they have--to relatives, to guests of other tribes or clans, but above all to the poor and the aged, from whom they can hope for no return.
It was our belief that the love of possessions is a weakness to be overcome. Its appeal is to the material part, and if allowed its way, it will in time disturb one's spiritual balance. Therefore, children must early learn the beauty of generosity. They are taught to give what they prize most, that they may taste the happiness of giving.
Ohiyesa (Charles Alexander Eastman) - Wahpeton Santee Sioux - 1858-1939
As a child I understood how to give, I have forgotten this grace since I have become civilized.
-Luther Standing Bear, Oglala
As Columbus wrote of the Arawak (before murdering and enslaving them),
"They are so ingenuous and free with all they have, that no one would believe it who has not seen it... Of anything they possess, if it be asked of them, they never say no; on the contrary, they invite you to share it and show as much love as if their hearts went with it..."
Was an intense acculturation process applied to Arawak children in order to override their inherently greedy, selfish natures and impose the desire to share?
Crazy Horse, Tashunkewitko of the western Sioux, was born about 1845. Killed at Fort Robinson, Nebraska in 1877, he lived barely 33 years.
As a boy, Crazy Horse seldom saw white men. Sioux parents took pride in teaching their sons and daughters according to tribal customs. Often giving food to the needy, they exemplified self-denial for the general good. They believed in generosity, courage, and self-denial, not a life based upon commerce and gain.
One winter when Crazy Horse was only five, the tribe was short of food. His father, a tireless hunter, finally brought in two antelope. The little boy rode his pony through the camp, telling the old folks to come for meat, without first asking his parents. Later when Crazy Horse asked for food, his mother said, "You must be brave and live up to your generous reputation."
It was customary for young men to spend much time in prayer and solitude, fasting in the wilderness --typical of Sioux spiritual life which has since been lost in the contact with a material civilization.
We have internalized our masters, which is a well-known psychological response to trauma. When faced with overwhelming terror, the human mind splits, with part of itself modeling itself after the oppressor. This is an act of appeasement: "Look," the mind says in effect, "I am like you, so do not harm me." As a result of the civilizing process, together with this psychological defense mechanism known as "identification with the aggressor", we now hear the alien voices of the various representatives of civilization in our heads.
These ego-alien identifications, built up over the course of a lifetime, cohere and form a distinct, circumscribed personality, or false self, that represents and enforces the rules and regulations of civilization.
This false self is observable in the frozen facial expressions, stereotypic gestures, and unexamined behavioral patterns of the general public. This false self determines much of our everyday lives, so that we are seldom the origin of our actions.
We lapse into the false self at the first sign of danger, under stress, or simply because it is the path of least resistance. In this unthinking mode of social role playing, we internally reproduce our own oppression.
Originally posted by silent thunder
I appreciate the sentiment behind the original post, and I can see the poster has a good heart. But nonetheless there are many people who want to keep interaction with strangers at a minimum, especially in big cities. I'm one of them. For psychic self-defense, as an urban dweller, I learned decades ago to shut out people to the greatest extent possible and disappear into an inner shell. I just simply can't live in a city of tens of millions any other way. I have no desire to be friends with the guy who serves me coffee or even checks out my liver at the hospital...all I ask for is a reasonable level of competence and polite silence, and the ability to disappear down into myself, losing myself in my thoughts, whatever book I happen to be carrying at the time, my iPod, whatever. I think I'd go insane if I had to banter with everyone I ran across on a daily basis.