I did start this on the appropriate day; it just didn't get finished in time. :-/ Ugh, why must my sleep schedule be so screwed up? X-| Beware of rantish tangents.
*Day 02 – Your first love
Given that I strongly agree with the saying that you can't love anyone if you don't love yourself, logically it would follow that I am my first love. We're all born loving ourselves, then our parents/society/whathaveyou proceeds to try to ingrain in us a belief that loving ourselves is bad, sinful and selfish, that love is somehow more noble if you feel you are ultimately unworthy of it.
Folks: fuck a whole bunch of that.
It's just another symptom of the mental illness that is so prevalent in our species. Just because it's common doesn't mean it's correct, any more than beliefs that the world was flat or that flowers could drive away plague were ever right, despite their pervasiveness. It's just that it's not as easily proven, being as you can't sail a ship around it or look at it through a microscope.
Mind you, it should be easy enough to realize it's wrong simply because doing it their way leads inevitably to pain. The natural purpose of pain is to serve as a warning system, letting us know that injury is imminent. It lets us know that what we're doing might not be a good idea. It's always been to my way of thinking that emotional pain isn't so different from physical pain that this shouldn't still hold true.
And yet the myth persists. So many people stubbornly believe that someone else must value them in order for them to have value at all. It's intensely frustrating. I can't help but look at society and wonder why the hell this is allowed to continue. Why is it encouraged? Why are we so frequently taught to invert and subvert and repress our natures?
Don't they know their goddamn Jung? What happens when we repress something?
Folks, we are a species profoundly out of harmony with ourselves...
... And I am tired and about to get off of work. And this is probably nothing like the cuddly puppy-loves story the OP of this meme wanted me to relate, but I think about this sort of thing a whole lot more than I reminisce.
Signing off for now, and I'll probably do two, next entry, since I'm pretty sure I already covered the next topic in the previous 30 days meme I failed at. :-P
Oyasumi nasai.