Dear Reader,
I am Story and I have a tale to share with you. It’s about
our last Christmas party in which Empathy had a bit of an identity crisis.
Before I start, I need to inform you about a technicality. In Greek some words are female, some male, and some are actually non-binary. For example, Enigma and Chaos reflect the later. I will refer to them as such.
Dear future historian,
I wrote about Gaslighting last time.
Very difficult matter to comment on.
I’m still struggling to put order into the Chaos of the so called ‘female hero myth,’ as Jordan Peterson puts it. The frog/Prince. The brainwashing of narratives that you can transform a narcissist if you love him enough. (Tried that. Not working.)
Deal? What deal? Oh! That deal. I think you’re missing the point of ‘the deal.’ The deal was I manage the rules. And you just apologise for existing. Apologise for trying. Feel sorry for kissing the frog and expecting a Prince. You want a gentleman? That's discrimination to monsters. Sleep alone today and reflect on your unreasonable expectations of respect for yourself.
05 December 2021, UK
Dear future historian,
What was I thinking??
How on Earth did I expect to write another book by February.
Dear Future Historian,
I haven’t managed to keep my latest goal of two posts per
week, to have enough material for ‘Dear Future Historian, Winter 2022’ but I
won’t be too harsh on myself because, among other reasons, it really doesn’t
help.
Next assignment at uni is on Philosophy of Religion. We need to talk about David Hume’s objections on ‘the argument from design.’
09 November 2021, around 10:30pm
Dear Future Historian,
I’ve been silent too long. I missed you. I missed me.
It’s like I meet myself when I’m talking/writing to you.
I’ve been lost in the surrealistic realm or what people call reality.
Do you wish you could touch it? Hold it like a teddy bear? Put it under your pillow? Offer it as a precious gift to your loved ones?
Do you get tired of reading from a screen, and wished you could have it on paper?