I'd prefer not to go the cliché route here, so I will refrain from referencing "one finger pointing outward, the others point inward", or "what you see in other people are reflections of yourself" nonsense. It is fairly common to see people casting judgment on unsuspecting victims, inadvertently exposing their own insecurities and weaknesses in turn. We shall refer to these types of characters as "judgmentally ill." Although none of us are immune to this sickness, I'm sure.
The next time you witness a first-hand account of unnecessary judgmental deploymentation, be certain to tell the deployer not to be so hard on themselves.
Revealed in the people that surround us are reminders of all the little things we do not appreciate about ourselves and if we could divide ourselves up into two equal halves, the result would be the division of the person you don't mind so much and its arch nemesis, the dreaded alter-ego. The fiercest, most despicable antagonist of them all.
There are many examples of the alter-ego antagonist in modern film and literature. Darren Aronofsky's original film "Black Swan" and the novel, "Fight Club" written by Chuck Palahniuk, later turned into the David Fincher film by the same name, are a couple of great examples that readily come to mind.
The next time you witness a first-hand account of unnecessary judgmental deploymentation, be certain to tell the deployer not to be so hard on themselves.
Revealed in the people that surround us are reminders of all the little things we do not appreciate about ourselves and if we could divide ourselves up into two equal halves, the result would be the division of the person you don't mind so much and its arch nemesis, the dreaded alter-ego. The fiercest, most despicable antagonist of them all.
There are many examples of the alter-ego antagonist in modern film and literature. Darren Aronofsky's original film "Black Swan" and the novel, "Fight Club" written by Chuck Palahniuk, later turned into the David Fincher film by the same name, are a couple of great examples that readily come to mind.
These stories remind us that, at times, we can be our own worst enemy. This is no revelation...but relevant, nonetheless.
I suppose this is the train of thought that led to the birth of Metaphor Mitch. He is the self-doubt, indecisive, overbearing, short tempered, self-serving, unreasonable jerk that I see in myself from time to time (hopefully not all of those at once, instead spread out over long stretches of time, isolated and surrounded by great lengths of the lovable, protagonist version of me). Add to the list of unsavory Mitch characteristics: inflated self-confidence.
Today's hand jazzing entry hopefully serves to clarify the statement that Mitch was now outside of my head and has become a physical human being. It shall also serve as an attempt to convince you that I am not half crazy (or completely crazy, whichever you assume is the case). I am merely projecting my antagonist, personification of an alter-ego onto the physical world so that I may truly take out my frustrations on something tangible, instead of the abusive, inner-dialogue that has plagued me for far too long.
You don't merely project your imperfections on just anyone. No. You must find someone nearby that would qualify as an antagonist on their own accord. Someone you do not trust, respect, or particularly like makes for a perfectly good projection candidate. If this person happens to be someone you are in direct competition with on a regular basis, it makes you try that much harder. If you find yourself entangled in a heated battle of Nine Lives with this antagonist, with your very own, personal Mitch, you will thoroughly enjoy deploying a particularly devastating beach ball spike unto their face.
It's probably a good idea to isolate just one Mitch...too many Mitches and you will be living in a world full of people you can't stand to be around. Locate your Mitch, your Black Swan, your Tyler Durden. Spike them in the face with a beach ball if you must...or perhaps what suits you is playing hide and seek with your Mitch. Whatever suits your fancy. There are all sorts of games you can play and many ways of playing those games to help you confront those nasty shortcomings, big and small, personified or not.
Don't let your judgmental illness get the better of you. May the results of your internal struggles fair far better than that of the protagonists in today's aforementioned films.
So...with your feet in the air and your head on the ground...try this trick and spin it...yeah!
An extra enthusiastic deployment of Jazz Hands to anyone that can identify the relevance of the above reference in today's entry.
Today's hand jazzing entry hopefully serves to clarify the statement that Mitch was now outside of my head and has become a physical human being. It shall also serve as an attempt to convince you that I am not half crazy (or completely crazy, whichever you assume is the case). I am merely projecting my antagonist, personification of an alter-ego onto the physical world so that I may truly take out my frustrations on something tangible, instead of the abusive, inner-dialogue that has plagued me for far too long.
You don't merely project your imperfections on just anyone. No. You must find someone nearby that would qualify as an antagonist on their own accord. Someone you do not trust, respect, or particularly like makes for a perfectly good projection candidate. If this person happens to be someone you are in direct competition with on a regular basis, it makes you try that much harder. If you find yourself entangled in a heated battle of Nine Lives with this antagonist, with your very own, personal Mitch, you will thoroughly enjoy deploying a particularly devastating beach ball spike unto their face.
It's probably a good idea to isolate just one Mitch...too many Mitches and you will be living in a world full of people you can't stand to be around. Locate your Mitch, your Black Swan, your Tyler Durden. Spike them in the face with a beach ball if you must...or perhaps what suits you is playing hide and seek with your Mitch. Whatever suits your fancy. There are all sorts of games you can play and many ways of playing those games to help you confront those nasty shortcomings, big and small, personified or not.
Don't let your judgmental illness get the better of you. May the results of your internal struggles fair far better than that of the protagonists in today's aforementioned films.
So...with your feet in the air and your head on the ground...try this trick and spin it...yeah!
An extra enthusiastic deployment of Jazz Hands to anyone that can identify the relevance of the above reference in today's entry.
Today's Jazz Hands had the upper hand. Day one-hundred and thirty-six complete.
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