Your focus determines your reality. A rational focus creates a sterile world.
We mimic the memes our parents live in until we are mature enough to form our own. Or you start becoming aware of how other people sound like them if your aversion to your own childhood raising is strong enough. Most people, as awkward as their raising was, still had something in it they liked. Children are pretty capable of love and appreciating new experience.
I use the same phrases back to my mother that she used on me. A kind of karma? Unfortunately, reflecting back to them the memetic messages my parents gave me has sharply cut back our communication, but I think that is a good litmus test for positive memetic quality. Does hearing it back from someone else make you feel good?
I am noticing my wife uses turns of phrase and concepts I often use myself when she is speaking to me. For the first time in my life I am enjoying hearing this. I was never hurt to hear it before, but before I noticed that the spirit of my statements wasn’t understood by the speaker so it was alienating.
Things you say no longer come back to bite you? They never came back to bite me in the first place, but I did see how people could twist other people’s point of view, turn beauty into something contemptuous because it doesn’t match their own preferred filter.
I had someone once describe my personality as a work of art. He meant it, though I didn’t understand his point. He would go on to violently assault his own children and abuse drugs to the point of becoming wheel chair ridden from neurological damage. It sometimes takes the most twisted individuals to show us the truth most vividly. The horrors of fascism as demonstrated by Hitler being one example.
I’ve been around rednecks and rich snobs, and the red-necks are meaner by far. I prefer red-necks to rich snobs. Give me the crass and vulgar over the self-deluded and deceitful any day.
The red-necks tend to be filled with hate. Hate is universal. Red-necks are just more demonstrative. I have seen the sneers of the middle class and others who thought themselves my better. As I walked along a road not bothering anyone, I took a filled soft drink cup to the side of the head. I looked over and saw someone driving a nice car, and well dressed, and what they had to tell me was “Get a job!” Do people eagerly hire homeless individuals?
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.