Manic Tar Babies of the Cultural Matrix
We’re programmed, unwitting suckers by the well-intended, mostly, ‘Old School’
wisdoms passed on to us to avoid predicaments, but those wisdoms are
themselves minefield, emotional boobie-traps for us in the empiric reality of life.
Our obliged trust for those we’ve bonded to in emotional dependence and
affection set us up to be acquiescently accepting of thoughts and behaviors that
were the proverbial stones over whiwe stumbled in chagrined realization
of our own misinformation.
Yet, because we had the psychological escape from the disingenuous reliance
on the assurance of past affirmations of such thoughts and actions,
we continued to seek the versions ‘we know are out there’, getting ourselves
more entwined in the grasp of past fallacies.
Those fallacies are a default matrix, like the air that we breathe or the water
the fish swim in. It’s all we’ve learned how-to-get-by, so it’s not given a
second thought. It’s our version of entitlement that we do as a mindless
prerogative.
The consequences of such, if not brought to our attention in intensely acute
near-term circumstances, find their reckoning in our long-term, latter-day
retrospective realizations and possible regrets.
Those tar-babies that were the touchstones for our identity fall away and leave
us nakedly exposed in our terminal helplessness. And this is compounded
exponentially with our contemporaries who’ve pursued after or are still
clutching their comfort-tar babies in the no-other-option-fetish of rationalized,
self-justification space that’s our marriage matrix til Death-does-us-apart.
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