Thursday, December 26, 2019

There is Room for Deconstruction


to reconstruct memories or unbuild trauma where others are provoking violence; a man babbling such science unbeknownst at something made arbitrary; those pitted anxieties those remarkable delusions where it becomes quite easy; to see resentment to realize its nature for no other purpose; in diagnoses, it can never be us, it must always be the subject; this seems too easy, it banishes fallibility, but it must be quite comforting; as not for provocation, or some underwater frustration, but simply to suggest a richer perspective; such becomes crazy, when a person has an affliction, where all issues are filtered through unsaid affliction; it is escapist, it undermines reality, but it becomes a favorite go-to.

I ponder normality—as to ask a question: Must normality consist of (all) positive traits?

the
answer is quite instinctive for we see negativities where many of them are normal; for example, to become defensive or to lie these are unfortunate but they are normal behaviors—depending upon a given situation.

I am searching for one deeper this dynamic between psychologist/patient—where intimacy, albeit, surface promulgation, it must remain imbalanced; we might sense deception as normal, if but to focus the patient, if but to make a breakthrough; but something intricate is taking place, where repeated behavior becomes the go-to while intentionality must be cognizant.

this
is
however
normal behavior.

we review our encounters, where lying might be good, while too much lying becomes pathological, even psychopathic; indeed, something negative is deemed essential as in necessary and even considered normal; upon a false foundation something critical emerges where good results enforces a deceptive practice; something truer: if a patient realizes deception, it does not fall upon the psychologist, but rather, it is seen as a negative in the patient, which is considered unnormal—in some cases, psychopathic. I will not depute it here, maybe in an upcoming debate, but if something is designed, we insist, that it must be even.

those artists paint with ease, they strengthen with a slant, they have an inner portrait representing normality. but many are debating with a few core rules where mechanics take precedence. here, we are empathetic, considering something unsaid, while one insists on room for deconstruction.

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