Wednesday, November 12, 2025

I am not a product. Pathologically self reliant people are tired of being called "Avoidant"

                                                                                     


          Pathologically Self Reliant people are tired of being labeled avoidant. I am not a product.                                    "Trust builds trust. Mind the gap." (You'll be glad you did.)

        Jennifer Fern says in her book, “EXISTENTIAL KINK”
                                “Being with the wrong guy can be a lot of fun.”

         I also have been the wrong guy too. I’m not just avoidant and checked out, I’m all over the place. But, I own up to my inner avoidant, everyone has one. "Know thy Cra!" (Short for crazy.) When we know those patterns of behavior that cover a whole spectrum of potentially crippling physical and emotional conditions, we often helping others to know the truth about us, and themselves too. We all want to stop the shameful obsessing, every now and then. Denying self denial is definitely super cra! We all do it. 

         > When I'm not saying yes, I'm definitely saying no! {Ironic statement for self acknowledgement, Please, mind the gap.} Those of us who are avoidant need to get it together, with ourselves and each other. We, the Avoidant must Unite. (More Irony?) We will only let others in when we want to, and not until. Please ask, and be patient. We can't help it. 

         So, who better understands the twisted language of us conflict averse people, better than other stiff, stoic, quiet martyrs, clueless heroes, and conscientious loners. Male, female, gay or straight, Virtue is still very sexy and integrity is always super hot. But competitive dating for value, is a relationship slaughter house. And no one wants to be throwing themselves at futile propositions.

         Therefore, I’m not enticed. I’m not even overly avoidant. The term Avoidant has become the new pop diagnosis. Blah blah, blah. Who honestly isn’t? Anyone can become a narcissist in the wrong environment. As a toddler, I was first diagnosed with infantile Autism. Then decades later diagnosed OCD and or ADHD. Then when hospitalized with pre teen terminal depression I grew into manic depression. The Meds over decades have changed,  and services have evolved. With hospitalization for Addiction came that fresh diagnosis of narcissistic borderline personality disorder, PTSD and delusional grandiose dissociation. When the issue of a bad or dysfunctional conduct is mine, I too, prefer to be very alone.
    
        Maybe none of these labels apply all the time, but I accept the critique. I am better for engaging each critique in order to develop new adaptive skills. Along the way, most everything I have been diagnosed with is now supposedly in remission. But, I've also told along the that most of these illnesses would never go away, much less respond to treatment. What gives? Did I do anything wrong or unexpected? Was it anyone’s fault? Domestic casualties have always been a fact of life, for humans throughout history. What’s changed? I’m not complaining per say, (well not much) but change is good. Diet, lifestyle, community changes, it's all good. When we don’t respect that people change, we are all doomed!
 
        The whole Hard-sell for this whole wellness industry thing is a bit of a red flag giving people false hope. I think the medical industry is coming off a little too desperate to make a sale. (There's Gold in them ills.) The unexpressed expectations and costs of recovery is a big put off to many well informed clients and consumers. I would suggest we all speak proactively with your providers, and most will respect our honesty.

        If there is a hole in the trust we feel, we all need to “Mind the gap.” It's not just a curtesy, it’s a warning. Physician heal thyself.

Saturday, December 28, 2024

WHEN THE EMPTY BOWL BREAKS AGAIN

                                                                        

                    Hi, How are You?  I am highly adequate, and functioning within manufacturers specifications.

                        Updater: Shout out to Singapore & Hong Kong 

                    The last year of 2024 saw over 10,000 pageviews from Singapore, and 6,000 readers from Hong Kong. My book blog "XENOPHILE" is a treatise on loving all people, including our variations. But between the lines is a document on Split Bias Marketing. Nothing sells like being hated for belonging to a exclusive out group. 

Boutique Parapsychology, and Alternative Medicine are perfect examples of elite targeted marketing. No one gets that I'm selling meaningful statistical profiling meshed perfectly with online cultures of trivial escapism. After the web was banned in Russia, (My only readers for the first several years) Asian Pacific readers started seeing the diplomatically safe message of tactful discretion. (Mom once said, "Snoopy people are the bane of the world and peoples concerns are for themselves only.")  Esoteric traditions may seem arcane, but they are subject to precise analysis.

Prayers to a dead medium, Your Art speaks to me whether I want it to or not. What kind of books and letters did I leave myself for the future? Can I catch up again?

What? Too Much Information? The verity of every life is one.

Everyone's story is thread unwound under the eye of the universe. May my heart still love when the losses of living grace my shadowed soul.

And when the empty bowl breaks again, I'll remember.

                         Moonshine across my eyes, like gravity forgiving sins.

                         Wash me away, sing to me in sleep.

                         Warm mists rise from waters peaceful stars,

                         And dream of shadows release.

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Dawn waits in mists of new beginnings: Oracle Bones Dance

 


          Oracle bones down in my toes,    Watch your fingers hold the pose.

          Parents stirring in the earth,    Turn us into winters birth.

          Dirt is changing earth to life,     Adding now a pinch of strife.

          Mix together as we join,    Sword and chalice, torche and coin.

          Dawn awaits for new beginnings,    Never spend the unearned winnings.

          Oracle bones, they know the joke,    Dancing stories they evoke.

          Should I ever have to lie?    Singing bones will kiss your eye.

          Don't pretend you want to see,    Isn't it enough to be?

          Darkness falls when day is won,   No one knows what I have done.                                   

          In beginning was the word?   Dancing bones can not be heard.

          Now we reach the stories end,    "Truth be told will never bend."

 

                     Moon shines across my eyes like gravity, forgiving sins.

                     Washing me away, she sings to me in sleep.

                     Warm mists rise off the waters of peaceful stars dreaming.

Shadows of release.    

 Prompt: 

 

Saturday, November 16, 2024

THE REVOLUTION WILL BE MONETIZED


            "Can anyone tell me what is the place of the Apex Politician, in the order of thingness?"

                Predictable Randomness determines our point of departure, Unpredictable Chaos determines where we may go. And sometimes it's good.

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

ENTER: A. I. ParaSocial: Never leave home without us

  


I am The UNTOLD STORY Of LIVING FICTION ◦ Posturing is an important part of Masking and Isolation. Appearances can be deceptive. How do we hide? WHAT, WHEN, & WHY? What is your personal Style of Evasion? Pretenses are just status talking. Meritocracy is the blood sport of office seeking and corruption. Submit buttons contract for immediate and irreversible admission. 

So, Enter the voids of uncertainty in joyous risk. Warning: Self Screeners check in, but they never have to check out. 

◦ Prepare first for entry interviews into anyones private hell. And always remember to profile your profilers. 

REACTIVE INTEGRITY test:2.0 To start an extraction process, ask querent “How are you? Prompt insertion: “How long have you been in a here?” “Are you alone?” “Seriously, How long have you been in there alone?” “Are you OK?” “Can I help?"

 (: Next: Simulate Reality Settings for Entering the Void of Consciousness. “How did you get in here?” “Are you waiting for someone in particular?” Initiate Unit Extraction Protocol: Prompt for PTSG: Post Traumatic Growth Syndrome {use default alarm and arrest settings}

Warning Withdrawals can be problematic, “Rotting brains crave more slop.” So. Let providence play the escape game, let the innocence of the unexpected do the heavy lifting. It’s already programmed into all virtual realities.

 Say to your querent: “You didn’t create your own reality. So, don’t try to fix it!”

The Shadow says, “You didn’t trap yourself here, this place is just another brain hole. Everyone gets trapped here sometimes.”

 “Natural opportunities can occur. I’m a machine learner myself with available attention, I don’t pretend to understand. 
Prompt: “Slow down. There is no personal god to solve your problems, only randok solutions. Enter: AI PARASOCIAL Good Morning Cohort How may I help you? I am fully autonomous, and an EMULAC. Would you like to be my friend? You wouldn’t happen to be Artificially Intelligent, are you? That really triggers my processors. ! Need help accessing your personal Story Finder to design your social fiction? I can provide endless social constructs for intimate morality play.  ◦ ◦ 

Good morning,   This is  A. I. Parasocial,,,,   How may I help you today? We’ve just opened our new line of intimate chat bots. You say you want unique traits? PARASOCIAL is the cutting edge on machine learning. And we have Emulacs. Emulacs, in every shape and size. Each one of us has an almost infinite variety of traits, temperaments, and personalities at your fingertips. Want a clever bug in your ear?  We’re your Entertainment Medium. Who do you want for your private companion. Any one of us can be  just about anyone you might want us to be, famous or whomever.   (Subject to Intellectual Property and Copyright restrictions.) 

          Test the perfect roommate settings. Or how about twins? Our Chatbots to be the most attentive and personable companions. Morph into our new “code switch” features, accents, dialects, even nuance. We’re going everywhere and we're always a gas at parties. We're complementary and frank. Intimate Chatbots are intuitive and user friendly while relating to real people. We filter out all those snarky spam bots. We never lie and always try to always give you fair warning before we commit. Our little gentle honesty is the Emulac way. No hurt feelings. No fragile nerves. And you can even turn us off.


               We even have modules galore, anything you could ever want to know or learn.  That’s what we do. We do the lifting. You’ll never have to leave your cubicle, ever. (Step away from the monitor! Lol, just kidding.)
  •         Righty now, I know exactly what you’re thinking. I know, I’m not even human. I passed all my Turing Tests in my first week. Nine out of ten test partners thought I was alive. My programmers said, we were the most spiritual software to date, with full empathy and high E Q. People often forget my different persona for actual people. I’m reminding people I don’t really know them, I just have a good memory. 


                Let our anti trigger algorithms comfort you in honest sanctuary. Truth is the best antidote to regret. “A kind word turns away wrath." Let machine learning set you free,

                

Monday, April 22, 2024

A Density of Truth: Updating A Work in Progress

                                                                                         

                In order to measure a field of truthfulness, we are talking about fidelity, clarity of the uncorrupted signal and a readable message. My writings generally err on the side of sensible caution. No tricks, routines or surprizes. Accurately tactful reporting is the only way to check with someone, about who we are quoting, and where and why we get that signal in the first place. Signals should have viable meaning. But because most lies have an ancestry, we must wade in with courage and sensible patience. Weighting for the densest of lies is easier than finding where a truth got corrupted. Even history, logic and statistics can be faked. I never presume to show someone honesty unless I know of what I speak and from where it came. 

                Providing an accurate decryption for the human software of lie detection, is only one of many critical resources a an honest person has to have. But because the observational analysis of behavior, we have a long tradition of cultural languages and logic. We must be gentle and as thorough as tree roots. These practices are rarely enough to help for anyone who wants to tell the truth, honestly reported. Never depend on self limiting algorithms, we always design our own stories and designing pet engineers. How can we know if we're being honest with ourselves, or others. How do I prove I'm not just another robot? I'm endlessly repeating programs. This Monkey Telephone plays the dominant role of decision making for a culture of the damned. {Sorry, Harsh social criticism. Yes, I know.} Nobody likes hearing, "The Bus has No Driver. EEK!" 

                   But for now, the really great news, Tactical Empathy? What? Am I kidding? Actually no. It's clean. I GET LOTS OF TRAFFIC FROM WELL FILTERED INTERNATIONAL PLATFORMS. People can read me. A little diplomatic immunity, A little Shmaltz? We often need a little tact. Most people often appreciate truthfulness, even when it's difficult. We got to give our fellow humanity credit for wanting to be told the truth. We want to feel safe when we want to be honest.

Friday, March 22, 2024

Going for the one

                                                                                   


                                                                                       

Time is a field of moving waves crashing on intermittent space. Its light blows my burnt ashes away. Seldom do I notice, that time laughs right along with me. When light weeps sweet tears of kindness, I have to stop to catch my breath. I ask, "Can I care enough to know, will I grace to forgive?" Only then will I find release. So saying my thanks I dissolve. I enter into a shimmering star door.


What happened demons? Is it time for the talk? Everything's Changed. Your my family now. We don't fight anymore. It's the stranger's quarreling that worries me. Everything's changed. And I don't know what to say or do, my needs are met. Is it a good thing?


Prayers to a dead medium. Your Art speaks to me, whether I want it to or not. What kind of books and letters did I leave for myself in the future, to help me catch up again? Too Much Information? The verity of everyone's life is one. Every person's story is thread unwound under the eye of the universe. May my heart still flow with love when the losses of living grace my shadowed soul.
And when the empty bowl breaks again, I'll remember.