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Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Why staying silent has always been best...

There was a topic that was asked that I just had to speak about. I didn't want to do it in the group, but I needed to say it here.  The question was, why do men not always speak their feelings, why can't they open up? You can ask a million men, and you may get a million different answers, but I will totally bet my retirement that there will be about the same reasons. Most men would say lots of things:

We can't talk about ourselves because in a society that rewards the strong-minded man and condemns the weak-men. Survival of the fittest, we can't have no signs of weakness in any aspect. We can't talk about our feelings because it's something that at the very core is a weakness in ourselves. And if we do talk about it, we usually get told to and guys, how many of these have you heard.

"Get over it!"

"Just man up!"

"Stop being a pussy!"

"Walk it off!"

"You not a woman, stop acting like one!"

"Men can't have feelings!"

"Men don't cry!"

There are an endless plethora of other things that I can add, but you get the jest of it. Sadly, our feelings in many aspects are invalid, ignored or just down right stomped on. And if you are in a relationship, I'm about 95% certain if you try to put your feelings out there, many times they will listen but RARELY hear. Yes, there is a big difference between both. Our feelings in many regards will be used against us. Yes our emotional vulnerability can be weaponized against us. And believe me, if you want to totally destroy a man to their very core, just destroy their emotions  

It's why many times we keep it bottled up inside and let it destroy us. It's better we let the pain kill us then let society do it for men. So many ask who can you call when you at your lowest. Honestly, 99% of the men wills say no one. We may have one lifeline but we are so scared to throw our burdens on them that we just want to spare them the need to listen to us. So we leave it for ourselves. We rather be alone than burden others with our issues. Besides, we have to "MAN UP!" and just keep going. 

SO what do we do, we just put on a smile, buckle up our boots and keep walking with the pains, the demons, the aches. Because it's what we are expected to do. It's what society demands of us. I mean men are not human, we are to be emotionless automatons that must confirm to the expectations. As one wise man said. "Men smile in public, suffer in private. Laugh loudly, suffer in silence."

Such a stigma to men's mental health is to the point that men just gave up on everything, myself included. We can't express ourselves without feeling embarrassed, get ridiculed, laughed at, ignored, have it used against us, called out, etc. 

The pain of it all can lead men down the darkest roads, and few come back from it. Many times, they don't want to come back. They don't wish to see, or exist anymore in the state they are in. So they either turn to drugs, alcohol, social isolation and a multitude of other avenues. Few of them are positive, many more are negative and sadly, some to the absolute extreme. 

While it's a touchy subject to even discuss, it has to be said. Many men in this state, would rather just end it all then keep going. Men's suicide has been at an all time high and statically, men commit suicide 4 times as much as females. And when such a sad, occurrence happens,  the billions of the same "Questions" are asked, let's see if you heard this before.

"Why didn't he reach out to someone?"

"What was wrong with him that was so bad that he just ended his life?"

"How come he, didn't reach out to me, I would had listened?"

And with that, the great blame game is always thrown out. 

"Suicide is a coward's way out" 

"Suicide is a permeant fix to a temporary problem"

"You only pass the pain to others now because you are so selfish."

"Life is hard, he just was not strong enough to live it."

"He just wanted to seek attention."

And on and on... 

Society has always been easy to throw the blame cards like $100 bills but do not even think of the roots of the problems. Men do suffer harsh conditions by just being men. We have to shoulder the burdens of being the provider, the builder, the bread winner, the foundation of everything. Many times with very little validations, little complements (genuine ones at that..we can tell the difference between sincerity and bullshit).

Why is this, you ask. Why do men have such suffering? Well it's impossible to answer. But, for me, it's the lack of trust. The lack of empathy. The lack of just sincere understanding. And mostly the social labeling that we get thrown at. Let's throw a few examples out there shall we:

If you are a "Nice Guy" or suffer from what women call "Nice Guy Syndrome" meaning that you always kind, willing to help others do for others, many times not asking for nothing in return. They get thrown ooh he is a nice guy and wants something and just trying to do this for getting a relationship or sex or whatnot. 

NO STUPID! Have you ever think for a second that he could be suffering in silence and just being a decent human being is a coping mechanism. Nope, because society has put chains of decency to be a tale-tale sign of ulterior motives and not genuine altruism.

If you are the "Emotionally Unavailable Man" the guy who is do devoid of any type of emotional connection that he just simply exits to just do whatever it takes to survive. He is distant, he really just talks to you with a few amount of content. Pushing people away just to protect themselves. He will help you in every way possible but just not give you the content of emotion he need. 

The so-called "ALPHA MAN". The one who has the built Abrams Tank or Dad Bod (if you believe the TikTok propaganda) 6ft+, bearded and tattooed men that just suppose to be the classic definition of what a real man is. They suppose to have machismo oozing out their veins and their hairy face is a magnet to attack the mental barriers of women's desires. Of course, we can't ignore that this can be the "preference" that many want in partners and we have to respect it. But, how often does one lose out on their Mr. Right, chasing Mr. Stereotype? Not that anyone will care about that right. Open-mindedness is a thing of the past. Just breathes toxic-masculinity. But society calls it sexy. 

The "True Silent" Man. He is probably the most dangerous. For he is always the one who laughs and never stops talking. Always willing to bring comfort to others, yet in his mind he is always overthinking. His feelings are at the surface, ready to blow up. When he is truly quiet, he never says a word. They are a silent hurricane of rage that will explode when they can't take no more. 

I can go on and on...I can talk about the death of chivalry, I can talk about what the definition of a "man" is suppose to be. I can talk about the social ridicules that we throw on ourselves. The racial and ethnical toxicity of male emotions. But that would take forever to write. 

Male mental health is just a thing that most will never talk about. It's the silent "elephant' in the room that we all know exist but will never speak about it. We can talk about our feelings but it will go ignored, unacknowledged, uncared. We just told to walk it off, and just keep living our lives at a knife's edge. We don't open up because it's dangerous for our own being, our own sake. We keep our minds, our feelings, our hearts closed. I don't matter, it never mattered. The stigma has become too ingrained into society and I honestly don't think it will ever change. We carry our burdens to the grave. And when asked; how we are doing? 

How are we doing? 

With a broken mind, a broken heart, a broken life, a fake smile, a insincere laugh, with a silent suffering of our souls, with the stigma of being "human", with the need to "Man Up" so we man up. We suck it up with empty words that will ignored. Being tired, exhausted, drained, hopeless and empty...

We simply answer.

"I'm doing fine."

Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy

 

I totally hate feeling this. I never want to ask for help; mostly because many times I have been so burned by it that it makes me not want to do it anymore. I reached out my hand only for it to grasp nothing but air. So I learned early, that there few you can trust, fewer who will ask for help. I always been a self-sufficient person. Even as a kid, I never really been on who really asked for help from anyone. I succeeded of failed on my own. I hated to ask for help because it made me feel like I just was so weak or getting judged for failing to achieve anything on my own. If I did it on my own, the accomplishment just feels more authentic, more personal. Doing it with some help just seems to cheapen it. As if, you just couldn't handle whatever you had to do and seek assistance. Now I know there are numerous exceptions to this. Logically, you can't carry a couch by yourself, unless you got superhuman strength or assisting someone who could be disabled, yes those are important and they need the help if asked. So I just keep striving to do it on myself. 

Wednesday, May 5, 2021

Questions I asked myself....

 

During those nights, I sit in the dark and I ponder some of the deepest questions that I know have no real answers. But, it does bare deep discussion. 

1. Can one not find the capacity to love? 

I always think that deep down there are some people who can not find their so-called ability to love. It can be a bit of a forced or faked for the sake of the significant other's own personal feelings. However, I honestly think that is the worst thing one can do to an individual. And in the end, it does hurt you as well. 


2. Can one not have a soulmate if one don't have a soul? 

This has been a question that I have asked myself since high school. Mostly, during that time, many people have moments of self-discovery. Me, I have many evaluations of knowing that one such as me don't have much of a soul that would match anyone. Mostly because, I learned very early I felt very soulless. And over the years, I shielded myself from trying to put myself out there to find some type of romantic connection. Not out of thinking that someone would be able to conquer the darkness in my heart, but to break them to a point they become one of the choir of the empty. It's something I would not wish on anyone. 

If I was to be honest with you, the concept of "soulmates" is a big illusion of dreamers and poets. The hopeless romantics who think there is a missing part of someone that would complete them. Maybe there was a time long ago, I could have been one of those dreamers, so full of optimism and wonder of that one person who will sweep in and share her soul with an empty shell, or even grow one for me. If such a silly notion is possible. Thing is I never believed that there is always an equal number of so called souls on earth at every given time. And what about those who live their lives without even encountering their opposite? Alas, those are the worst who suffer. I feel for them.

3. Is it wrong to not anyone fall in love with you?

No matter how much those people may have genuine feelings for an individual person. Mostly because that person they are in love with is so broken, so devoid of feelings, so completely nullified of any emotional attachment that it becomes impossible to have any type of romantic interactions with people? I have asked myself that question for the longest time. Is it because of the rejections or the let downs that some people have endured that it makes them feel incapable of having those types of desires. I know that many women have probably pondered this, but rest assured that men have done the same. It's just considered taboo for a man to express such things. It shows a bit of weakness for men to have these types of feelings. Got to love the social stigmas. There are more that I could go into but honestly, it would become an essay. 

I know these questions don't have any answer and it's rhetorical at best, mind-numbing at worst. But, I don't wish this type of dilemmas on anyone. Anyone who is out there with these situations, know that I feel your thoughts and pains my friend. I hope you can find the answers; and probably share in your discoveries. 



SAW

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Time has passed...

I'm so sorry about the long hiatus. Trust me, it's not by choice - it was mostly because I have really just not able to speak what it on my mind or in my heart. But, that is no excuse and deep down I'm so sorry.

A good bit of things have went on since I last spoke to you. I lost my job at the old place a few months back. I never told anyone outside my circle this. Mostly, because for the biggest reason, I just didn't want folks to ask questions, feel sorry for me, or just don't need the rumors going on. However, I will say their reason was the biggest bunch of bullshit ever. In the beginning, it was kind of a blessing in disguise to be away from there. I don't miss anything about it except the paycheck. Yet, being in a place as long as one can be, it just does give a sense of accomplishment.

Fast forward to now, I have landed a job at a place that in all purposes is a total change around. Going into a small, relaxed office to a complete, full-blown call center; it's a complete culture shock. And somehow, that isn't the biggest thing; to have a  place that is so big-brother it can make George Orwell proud is a huge understatement. I understand having a place where they have a sense of accountability and the likes, but they take it to the biggest extreme. It's a line before being accountable and being micromanaged to death. When you have a system that times everything from going to breaks, being on the phone with calls, to everything else, it just a big on the extreme.

I know deep down, after 2 weeks, I can say this is not a good fit for me. Just seeing how the company operates, and the massive amount of system tools they use on a daily basis, plus the amount of regs and "zero tolerance errors" they have, it's just a big daunting to wanna work. Hell even workmens comp has a bit of leeway and even with HIPPY HIPPA stuff, it was not as stringent.

I do feel that if I leave this place, it would be a huge let down on myself. As much as I like a challenge and everything, there is just a bit of comfort that is needed to do my best. Yet, there is just a huge, nagging part of me - a small voice is saying loudly not to go on for your own mental health. I have not talked to many about this, mostly because I have been unable to trust many things. And those, I have confided in are pretty much worried about me. Which is the biggest reason why I hate to tell my thoughts to anyone. I don't like to have people worry about me. I feel guilty as hell. I'm sorry to everyone I have been making worry about me. :(

Now, you see what's been up - well, most of what I feel I can share. I think at the end of the day, I will do what I need to keep going on.

I hope to not be so away from you for so long. I am sorry.

Forgive me...

SAW

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Another day...another amount of bullshit...

So it seems that I would never think that things would be so bad. But, alas, NOOOO!!! Today has been a day from hell. It seem that I am working with hypocrites and in a place of pure hypocrisy.
Today we had one of those weekly "trust huddles"- something that I think it's more of a weekly meetings that seem to be everyone plays a game of "let's all jump on me day!" I along with the rest of the folks in my group (I do have a few choice words I can use, except for one who is new) decided discuss the works and the intents of the group. And as my supervisor said, have a come to Jesus meeting. Which I am pretty much saying it's all about me but want to keep it informal of everyone in the group. But, I do know that it's about me. Getting told off in some blah blah tirade about not being able to follow up with things, bitches complain about not doing something that I was going to do, now want to just drop everything to have their work done. Some asshole want to just trip about have pride in the work that we do. If you want to work and have a job to have a bit more pride in what we do. I'm like oooh who made you head of the propaganda department and cheernazi. And then had the audacity to say folks being on their phones doing posts on facebook and whatnot and I'm like you the fucking poster child of doing that shit, talking about your fucking dogs or looking at youtube talking about ooh how cute the animals are. I'm like pot meet kettle. I wanted to speak out soooo much but I didn't. I had to laugh when the supervisor was saying one person did 40 cases and if that is what going to happen why do we need to have what we have. I'm like well if one person wanna do 40 cases and burn out let her. I don't know the rest of what was said, I withdrawn myself into my mind to find some peace and quiet. I just could not pay attention of the shit. And for the rest of the day, I didn't speak to anyone unless needed to.

I do know that this is going to be ending soon, I don't know if they want me to quit or get fired. I have no idea. But, I just know they going to be have my wrath come out and I will quit and will have my say in the meantime. I been trying to keep my composure. I talk to my parents about all this and they saying to pray and just do what you can and if I need to quit, just quit. But, I don't want to do that unless it's necessary. I don't need to have the financial burdens being set as I look for a new job. Heaven help me that I can try to keep my sanity for real.

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Blog Therapy..

I am doing this blog therapy because for some damned reason, society shuns you to take spiked baseball bats to work and bash people over the head like undead zombies or something like that. So now, I just have to let myself vent onto the world wide web in my own corner of the cyber realm.

I do apologize to those who been waiting for me to update my blogs. I just have been in such a bad place over the last few months, I just could not force myself to write down what's on my mind. For the reason, it was just too dark, painful, and honestly a bit too dangerous for anyone really to understand what's up.

But to give you a recap of things, here is the Cliff Notes version of events.

Well the Skank of my Job has finally left the place to find new plague infested lands up north to spawn her annoying life and make others miserable. I for one do not miss her. If it did I would miss her with a semi and try to reverse it to hit her. There always been so much tension between us over the last few years working together, I don't know why. I never had much of a bad opinion about her, except she was a very self-absorbed, self-centered, self-righteous twatcicle who always had to be right and heaven help you if you tried to countermand the notion that the universe revolved around this fool. What was even funnier is that she wanted to take over the supervisory position and be in charge of everyone. Well, I would tell you now, boys and girls is that if that would had happened, there would been a mass exodus of folks leaving and I would been first out the door. I never knew how much she was disliked until after she left. The tension and the aura of blah seemed to have been evaporated. But then again, I think it's still there.

I am really starting to hate my job more and more by the day. It was a point that I was starting to find a bit of happiness - OK, maybe not happiness; but a sense of contentment. But, now of days, it just takes almost an epic effort just to get out of bed and find the motivation to go travel to the bus stop, head down to Richardson, and work 8 hours a day.

Problem is that mostly everyone is just so damned triffling and when I say triffling, it's like everyone is out for themselves. Ever since the company got sold "yeah, we are now part of a massive conglomerate, that's been after us for years so it would seem" the whole dynamic has changed to something so different.

I had very little interactions with the new people that is running to show, and to be 100% honest, I don't really want to. But management is still management and management is still all about the bottom line. Which wouldn't be so bad - if the damn people I work with wouldn't be such damn snippy bitches who just feel like they have to tattle on every thing. I mean things that don't need to escalated to management could just easily be told to people but nope...gotta copy every manager on this like telling you mom on your siblings' every damn movement, mistake and whatnot. I'm like damn bitch...STOP SNITCHING!!!!!

But you know that it's almost impossible for something like that to happen. And now you have people who try to pretend to be like the 2nd in command and act like they semi-bosses themselves. I just try to be a bit accommodating for the sake of keeping some type of peace. But, there times when I just have had enough of the bullshit.

Perfect example is a few weeks ago, it just been a total bad day; when I say bad day, I mean let's take a trip to Clusterfuck City - where everything that can go wrong, just went wrong and it's Dogpile on me day. Well, people say oooh it's just constructive criticism but you can only take so much of it until it just becomes a bit more of personal attacks. When, I got to a point where I had enough and lashed out for the briefest of moments. And when I said lashed out, I mean I almost let out my darkside come out and I would probably be out of a job because I would just spoke my mind on a few folks who would not like what I would have to say. But, I counted to 10 in my mind, breathed deeply and chained my emotions back down. I don't like to lose my self-control as I have. Because, that would be something that noone would want me to see, it's a dangerous thing. Trust me on that one.

I think to be honest, I did put a bit of a scare in some people because I never let my emotions get the best of me - yet, there comes a time that even the strongest of wills slip and you going to see the true self come out. I have fought a long time to keep that part of me away. The masks I wear really is for the protection of others. Yet, there is going to be a time that I will say to hell with it all and let the demons out to play and I will not be held responsible for the outcome of all this.

I know the question begs to be asked, why don't I just look for another job. Well, I am already in the process of doing that. But, I don't want to leave until I know for certain I can find something, or already have something put into place before I go. There is no sense in leaving a sure thing for nothing. Yet, there have been many times and I do mean many times, I have been so tempted to pack up my bag and chuck a deuce to everyone there and say fuck you all in this estrogen ocean.

more to come later.
 

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