Addicted to Trauma

I have come to the darkest conclusion that we are simply not built for civilization; or rather, that civilization is not built for us.

We have done ourselves the gravest disservice of allowing the development of our civilization to dramatically outpace our capacity to evolve a constitution to work in harmony with it’s principles.

We see in our civilization a uniform application of monogamy, despite the reality that we are not biologically monogamist. We have agreed upon a universal disdain for the emotions we cannot escape, regularly bearing witness to the horrifying results of asking individuals to repress their emotional selves.

We inflict countless traumas upon one another with one hand, while stigmatizing the treatment of trauma with the other.

In our natural being, we are creatures of force, expected to take what we can in terms of territory, partnerships and food. However in the civilized realm, acting on these natural impulses is rewarded by severe punishment.

This is not to say that the natural condition should be equated with some sense of objective morality. It cannot be. This is partially due to the reality of morality as being a component of civilization, and it should be our primary endeavor, however, it the inverse may be more true, that entirely ignoring our natural condition is consistently immoral.

After all, there are aspects of our natural condition that are relevant to established psychological needs. Maslow outlines a set of needs in addition to our basic physiological needs corresponding to our social, psychological and emotional needs. The basis of these needs is realized in the understanding that the ignorance of these needs, or more clearly, the result of these needs not being satisfied is almost always psychological trauma.

These trauma are then destined to manifest as abnormal or maladaptive behavior. The sex deprived become sex obsessed. The freedom deprived become freedom obsessed. The safety deprived become excessively defensive. The socially deprived become acceptance obsessed.

So as the examples go on, it becomes more and more clear how our conservative culture is set up in so many ways to traumatize any and all trapped within it’s influence. Indeed the most powerful influence on that conservative culture has been religion, and if we’re being honest, religion has rarely offered the best answers to human questions, only periodically being the best guideline available at any time in local history, until the scientific method came along and replaced it’s explanations of the natural world with a much deeper method of understanding and much more consistent predictions for our natural world.

If we understand religion as being the first philosophical attempt to understand our universe, our health, and our souls, then it is not at all audacious to say that religion has been rendered obsolete in every application but one.

And now here we are. Despite the obsolescence of religion in it’s efficacy to guide our understanding of our world and health, it has remained influential enough to continue dictating the structure of our civilization. Therefore our civilization is doomed to remain stuck in it’s cycles of archaic, traumatic cruelty, until our scientific understanding and acceptance is allowed to supersede our addiction to tradition.

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About chrooth

No this isn't some sort of midlife crisis thing. I'm just adapting. Like anyone else on here, or who does this, I believe I am writer. Unlike most others, I believe I am a writer because I have always written. Long story short, I was a really weird kid and sometimes it just felt like the only place I could turn for some solace and empathy was an empty page. I've always been a melodramatic writer and I've been really happy for a long time so I haven't felt the need to write but when I do... I have to. I basically live on the road, so my journal is hardly ever within reach, and when it is I convince myself that I'm too busy to make any time for it. So here I am, embracing the future, having acquired the journal that will follow me almost anywhere. I'm having one of those, "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE!?" moments, and GOD after so long I can't tell you how good it feels to just let my mind spill through the tips of my fingers again. I suppose this would be an appropriate time to qualify both my ability and my intentions. I am not a good writer. I am told I have a strong tendency towards run-ons, I over punctuate, and I curse like a sailor. I can't spell for crap and especially while typing, I have a tendency to just leave words out. As I mentioned earlier this "blog" is meant as a replacement for my long treasured journal, which tends to imply a need for privacy. However, if you were to ever read my journal, you would eventually come across an entry musing over the purpose of a journal, wondering why they are written and kept in secret. I have no secrets. I had far too many secrets for far too long and I assure you, I have no more energy for them. Additionally, I can not properly conjure any feeling of being heard by manufacturing an imaginary personality that lives in a book and understands my words. So I write, and have always written, to you. Thanks for reading it!
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