Thread: On Archetypes and Nature: What does being a Child mean?
I'm trying to crack reality further down (that is, before i decide to kill myself out of lack of any hope) into a midly predictable formula before i decide to cosplay Lycoris and get the program to end, but one of the things that has mostly gotten me thinking, in these last few days, is that the 'Child' nature, or Archetype, might not be an archetype based on interaction of reality, but instead a sort of "basic" human nature that we're all born with... Although i can't truly be sure about that.
One of the things that I mostly recall is the story of a shoal of fish, as told by sea-divers, both before and after their first contact with dragnet ships; at first, the shoal was quite welcoming to the divers, swimming around them and not truly caring about their presence. After their first contact with the dragnets, the divers found out that the fish would get away from them the moment they saw the divers.
The so-called pit bull dog is rumored to follow a similar behaviour pattern. It's claimed that in case the dog doesn't grow up being abused somehow, the dog will turn into a rather friendly and silly dog, playful and sweet. In case it gets raised with aggression and harrassment as common things in its life, the result will be a mad dog, territorial and quite aggressive, rumored to only restrain from attacking its owner... Lovers and children will get attacked.
Then we have the child. Theoretically speaking, children have no reason to, at first, become aggressive, unless its given. The idioglossia phenomenon sorta displays that children tend to communicate more than fight. Children have been known to ask hard questions for adults... And adults have been known to violently suppress those questions.
One of the main points in what i seem to be realizing is that the Child turns out to be whom the person originally is, a person's true self... The Adult, on the other hand, seems to be a rather mutilated creature, completely disconnected from that true-self, and instead seeking relief and compensation for its psychological mutilation in reassurances, support and acceptance from the group, which usually come from further violent acts against the inner child nature, which gets further and further pushed away, while the social mask (of murder, i'd propose) becomes more and more dominant.
One of the main points here is that aggression is not natural, but instead it's a reaction that, naturally speaking, would only get practiced out in an unhealthy situation. The fact that world sickly worships and practices violence on pretty much all possiblly conceivable levels states something, though.
and the future is past without even the last desperate warning..."
Once that prelude gets written, my point is that, in the end, being "childish" isn't something that could be considered bad per se, but just like human culture has taken a sick aversion towards sexuality, thinking, playing games and drugs, in a given way, human culture has taken an aversion against being human, instead trying to focus and artificially create a trend for animal aggressivity through constant rewarding and the brainless vulgar branch of culture.
I think that humans are driven to, well, hate their inner selves, hate their inner child, and instead embrace the adult, which usually turns out to be a creature deprived of love for anything but immoral competition and violence. Then again, that's how i see things.
So i shall close by asking: what kind of child were you? Do you think you actually desired contact with others, did you wish to have your questions answered? What drove you? And do you think you inner child is still alive? Assuming those very wishes you've had as a child were to somehow get fulfilled, would you feel happy and fulfilled, or has the inner child truly died? I don't think children ever die... The just get pushed further and further down the tree of life, leaving their lives on the collective unconscious, forgotten and banished to dreams, while the individual unconscious turns out to be something more like Ares/Mars, a crazy thing that, likely having lost its own self from itself, decides to wreck everything possible.
Would you say that fighting is natural? Or would you say that something else is natural? Would you say that bodies are too heavy for little princesses?
How would you define yourself, back when you were a child?
Well, that's it, i guess.
The last major happening, the fact that i actually decided to record a meeting with the group that tries to manipulate others, backfired into those who wanted to manipulate me as a great source of research material; thankfully they've been further turned into formulas rather than maintain their status as theoretical beings... On the other hand, oh lalsh, they uh, sorta turned my own theoretical self into a formula, too.
I was once beaten on the streets, both for having gotten into trouble with a crazo displaying some rather disgusting gang member symbols (a rather large gang it was and is, by the way) while wearing skirts... I remember that my arm got dislocated... Went to a hospital... The driving itself was rather funny, given that the arm responsible for changing gears was busted, so i not only had to drive with a single arm but actually had to somehow change gears with the arm most distant from the stick... Driving was slow at best, but then again, considering that i managed to get there without hitting anything, i think this could only mean that i'm actually good at driving cars.
I remember feeling this sudden urge to cry, when i arrived at my destination... It was funny, in a way: i felt calm, apathetic within, but the body felt motivated to do it. While feeling completely alien to my body, i allowed it to do as it wished, especially because i wanted to see what would happen.
The body, well... Cried, desperately. I uh sat inside it and watched. It felt as though the crying, the wailing, was something meant as a request for help aimed at the whole species with whom it shared a common instinctive language. It wouldn't work then, it was past midnight and i was confined within a car, but still, within the my own body, i just sat there and watched as the instinctive, seemingly mechanical side drove forward its show. It was fascinating... Felt as though humans were/are programmed to call out to its group in situations when endangered.
...and realize that all those powerful, true-like emotions are nothing but chain-links of experiences. He (it) was beating on the table and screaming while dirtily changing subjects in order to never admit that it was wrong... I couldn't help but realize, later, that were i a child, with no memories, i would have never linked the concepts of noise and screaming with violence and unsafety, and that stupid peacock-worshipping flamboyant display would never have triggered the bodily responses responsible for dealing with dangerous situations... That fucktard was trying to evoke a memory and a conditioned reaction... Such nauseous behaviour... Groce.
We are machines, created with carbon circuits, much like those drawings of circuit-like shapes assemblying into a tree, from some Nasu work that i can't recall the name of... But how come that thing of a furless monkey dared to disrespect another sentient being? Why do some dare to hurt another being in their search and addiction for power? Is it simply because one's life has become so meaningless that, well, anything goes?
Oh well... Long enough for today.
Adult and child are roles defined by outside expectations.
If we strip it down to the core, a child is expected to be dependent and irresponsible, while an adult is expected to be independent and responsible.
As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero.
Then, why would you say that adults will rarely (if at all) do anything that the social group they're in diapproves? I believe that's being very dependant, don't you agree?
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