On Information
I am reconfiguring what I put where and when. I have a wonderful project on the boil and two wonderful collaborators, we will have a summit in February of next year. Based on the principles of William Morris.
I have played on Facebook, with ineptitude. This blog, bathed in a touch of silliness is very serious and important to me and as it grows and develops I hope translates into real meaning and full dialogue on how to deal with something pretty dire.
Information. It is everywhere, we are swimming in it. I neither watch TV nor read the papers yet I get loads by osmosis. My children know stuff that at their age I wouldn't have had a clue about.
Information, I tend to overshare as why not, can be used to very dangerous means. Here I refer in essence to the sociopath and I just ran up against one and I put into place my well versed ( I had a wonderful counsellor when I first got away from he who cannot be named ) and he taught me just what to do.
A sociopath or narcissist will get information out of you - if you share passions - for film, music, food on social media they will snaffle it up and regurgitate it to flatter you and often, rather prosaically, intimate that some great act of serendipity has taken place, two worlds colliding in a romantic way. They are just playing you.
A sociopath will get information out of you, sometimes concealing it in the guise of being endlessly fascinated and wanting to know everything about you. You may feel intoxicated.
I believe in truth, morality and honesty but this became an almost intellectual exercise. To test the measure of the individual you give two lots - real information and credible false.
The sociopath being good, plausible and mentally very accustomed to doing this, will not understand that there is a bi-lateral notion to the thing. Eventually they will become angered as they realise they have been outplayed and cannot establish which information is real and which fictitious. They won't be able to execute their strategy and will not be happy.
Nobody wants to play anybody, aside from anything else it's boring, but it is very edifying and I would probably argue a life skill to do this, observe and understand when somebody really does have this profile and know how to I suppose conduct a dance and outfox them.
Another thing that has come up is addiction. Every single one of these people I have come across uses a substance or another to raise a veil between life as it is and their internal life. Often I pity these people. I can walk the dog, read a book, light a fire, eat a bowl of pasta with friends and be totally at peace. They can't - ever. They are in eternal chaos.
Be it alcohol, narcotics, food, sex, vanity trinkets and accoutrement - they are trying to fill a void.
If you come across someone and in a moderate, objective, calm, non judgemental nor puritanical way you assess that they are reliant on a substance and use it in what would seem like an addictive way - constant need to go to pubs, booze at home every night, making out that drug use is totally normal and harmless, bizarre eating habits, not engaging 'normally' with the world around, poor personal and household hygiene, it may be just one of those things but it may well be the red flag that there is lots of good reason to run for the hills.
Information, information everywhere and not a drop to drink. Remember, outfox the wolf in sheep's clothing. The minute you get the crazy reaction, the mask slips, you have your evidence.
I am not advocating lying, this is akin to leaving breadcrumbs in the woods to find your way home. You leave a false path for these people as you don't want them anywhere near your home.
Perhaps a little bleak for Christmas week. This now gets my fuller attention. I am back in creative flow mode. Next entry is all about romance and America.
Merry Christmas.
I have played on Facebook, with ineptitude. This blog, bathed in a touch of silliness is very serious and important to me and as it grows and develops I hope translates into real meaning and full dialogue on how to deal with something pretty dire.
Information. It is everywhere, we are swimming in it. I neither watch TV nor read the papers yet I get loads by osmosis. My children know stuff that at their age I wouldn't have had a clue about.
Information, I tend to overshare as why not, can be used to very dangerous means. Here I refer in essence to the sociopath and I just ran up against one and I put into place my well versed ( I had a wonderful counsellor when I first got away from he who cannot be named ) and he taught me just what to do.
A sociopath or narcissist will get information out of you - if you share passions - for film, music, food on social media they will snaffle it up and regurgitate it to flatter you and often, rather prosaically, intimate that some great act of serendipity has taken place, two worlds colliding in a romantic way. They are just playing you.
A sociopath will get information out of you, sometimes concealing it in the guise of being endlessly fascinated and wanting to know everything about you. You may feel intoxicated.
I believe in truth, morality and honesty but this became an almost intellectual exercise. To test the measure of the individual you give two lots - real information and credible false.
The sociopath being good, plausible and mentally very accustomed to doing this, will not understand that there is a bi-lateral notion to the thing. Eventually they will become angered as they realise they have been outplayed and cannot establish which information is real and which fictitious. They won't be able to execute their strategy and will not be happy.
Nobody wants to play anybody, aside from anything else it's boring, but it is very edifying and I would probably argue a life skill to do this, observe and understand when somebody really does have this profile and know how to I suppose conduct a dance and outfox them.
Another thing that has come up is addiction. Every single one of these people I have come across uses a substance or another to raise a veil between life as it is and their internal life. Often I pity these people. I can walk the dog, read a book, light a fire, eat a bowl of pasta with friends and be totally at peace. They can't - ever. They are in eternal chaos.
Be it alcohol, narcotics, food, sex, vanity trinkets and accoutrement - they are trying to fill a void.
If you come across someone and in a moderate, objective, calm, non judgemental nor puritanical way you assess that they are reliant on a substance and use it in what would seem like an addictive way - constant need to go to pubs, booze at home every night, making out that drug use is totally normal and harmless, bizarre eating habits, not engaging 'normally' with the world around, poor personal and household hygiene, it may be just one of those things but it may well be the red flag that there is lots of good reason to run for the hills.
Information, information everywhere and not a drop to drink. Remember, outfox the wolf in sheep's clothing. The minute you get the crazy reaction, the mask slips, you have your evidence.
I am not advocating lying, this is akin to leaving breadcrumbs in the woods to find your way home. You leave a false path for these people as you don't want them anywhere near your home.
Perhaps a little bleak for Christmas week. This now gets my fuller attention. I am back in creative flow mode. Next entry is all about romance and America.
Merry Christmas.
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