Emotional Dictates

We’ve reached a societal point where we look at a situation, wrap a strong emotion around it, and label it “good” or “bad”.

Murder, bad.  Right?

What if the person who was killed had committed a crime deemed punishable by death?  Would that change the judgement?  Is the guilty party still deemed guilty for murdering when the dead was going to receive a death sentence?

That’s the thought that kicked off my recent pondering.  I applied this concept more locally and liberally, and realized how easily the public is manipulated by emotion:  ”If it feels good, do it”.

I focused on the subject of Gardening/Crops.

Almighty created all living things; herbs of the field, trees for food, animals, fish, birds and mankind.  Creation was labeled “Good”.

Rules were established to maintain a system supported by Almighty and optimal for mankind.

Included in those rules were those specific to foods:

Certain animals and creatures were not meant for consumption

Mixed seeds and mixed breeding are not allowed

The soil must be allowed to rest and replenish every seven years

Seems pretty easy to follow, right?  The great thing is that when the Rules were followed, Almighty would respond by giving good rains to keep the cycle running smoothly.

Enter the illusion of intelligence called public thinking.

If an animal or creature tastes good, then it’s meant to be eaten

When plants or animals don’t produce as profitably as hoped for, create a hybrid or GMO product to outdo the original

Use up the soil, wear it out, then toss in some chemicals to make it more productive

These emotional based choices don’t look toward the long-term effects; they’re the product of  a spoiled child’s litany:  ”I want more, I want better and I want it now.”  Forget about what’s right, what’s good and what’s been proven to endure thousands of generations.  We can do it better.

Similarly, emotions are used to ploy people with items they simply “must have” to feel valuable, or to meet societal expectations, or to follow societal “norms”.  This tactic has proven quite useful in separating people from their hard earned wages.  Without drawing on those emotions, we’d simply be left to make purchases that were necessary.  Oh, the horrors!

Emotions hold so much importance in society, but truly they change more often than the wind direction.    How can a firm stand be made on a shifting base?

A favorite quote states that permanent decisions should not be made based on temporary emotions.  How appropriate.  How many times have a group of pained people pressed for policies to protect others from pain?  Isn’t pain a fact of life?  You have joy and you have pain.

Often, state and national laws follow similar logic.  Look at seat belt laws.  Emotions run amok from grieving family members create rules and dictates that penalize a person for not buckling a strap on their body each time they sit in a vehicle.

It’s akin to the declaration my Hubby made when my son could have killed himself during a fall from a very high tree branch he had climbed.  Hubby firmly stated “you cannot climb any more trees!”  While I was similarly shaken with emotions from the near fatal incident, I was quick to alter the edict (one of very, very few times that we disagreed on issues related to the kids).  Kids climb trees, kids get hurt.

We cannot eradicate boo-boos and pain by employing more emotion-based rules, but we can apply common sense to keep ourselves out of the most dangerous situations.

My personal choice is to look at life through the lens of Torah, where sound judgement rules – rather than emotions.

‘Nuff said.

Dreamin’ Girl

 

Rounding

This blog has veered from the original course.  As you’ve noticed, I’m posting less about how and what, and more about why and why not – less stuff and more fluff, perhaps?

I apologize to those who read for the bits about finances or organization or garden.  It seems I’ve stepped into a quagmire of emotions that need to be aired, hence the change of  subject matter.

For now.

Until this obsession passes.

My favored communication method has always been pen and paper.  The jumbled thoughts find purpose and structure when I place them into print.  During my teen and tween years I began this purge, finding release in both words and pictures.  If I had no churning emotions to write, I would find some object to draw.

Later, the writing became the means to air hurts and joys and praise and disappointment.  I could argue best in writ form!

That’s when the voice of the writer was stifled.

Hubby put a stop to it.  It was extremely frustrating for him to come home to face one of my black and white rants.  It really wasn’t fair, looking back.  I had my say, and he was left to crumple a piece of paper and shake his head.

So I learned to communicate orally.  The stakes are higher when you have to face your frustrations and find the means to effectively communicate them without downgrading the other person.  I frequently find that before I’ve completed all of my arguments to support my position, new data has been presented that makes me take a second look at my stance.  A necessary skill, that is, and I thank Hubby for pulling me off the paper and into reality.

But, here I am.

Back in black.  (hehehe, songs of the 80s – did it make you bob your head too?)

Returned to a favorite hobby.  Tossed back in time, yet firmly planted in the present.  Left to untangle the repressed emotional purge.

At least, that’s my excuse for these recent emotions.

I could simply be in the early stage of menopause.  (Not that I know when that’s likely to happen.  It seems to be dictated by the maternal clocks of my mother and her mother… and, well, they both died before menopause, so I’m winging it.  My sister and I are determined to break the cycle and live right on through menopause and beyond.  :)

I digress…

Whatever the reason, I’m back in the proverbial saddle, writing to express.  Purging the emotional minefield and drawing out the good, the bad and the ugly.

Like most things in my life, I’m certain that it’s a phase.  A burst of focused energy that will soften and fade in time.  Likened to a structured drawing that begins to take shape with curves and shadows, I’ve begun the rounding stage.

Bear with me, laugh with me, cry with me.

Soon I’ll be back to sharing, practically.

Dreamin’ Girl