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    Nov. 13, 2009

Hi guys. I have a story to tell. I don’t know who my parents were. I have no connection to any relatives. My earliest memory is from falling from a tree and landing on the ground with my arm twisted. My eyes teared up, but it was more of a bitter reaction to the idea that life would kick you even while you were already down. I knew my physical condition sentenced me to weeks of even greater hardship than ever; thankfully, I had my mother and friends to watch over me. I never would have survived otherwise. She nuzzled me urgently on the cheek with her nose, a sign I knew meant the group was leaving and it was time to hurry or be left behind. For them, compassion was certainly present for its members, but it was understood that the individual member would not compromise the entire group with personal needs. Not wanting to leave my mother with the hopeless decision between her child and the safety of the group, I quickly gathered myself together and lumbered behind her. The pain from the fall was excruciating, but when it comes to survival and the well-being of your family, you’d be surprised what unnecessary biological functions can be suppressed. I followed after with my newly acquired limp. My mind had already recognized urgency, and the familiar duty of necessity controlled any other impulsion at this point. We rejoined the group and set off for the new destination. The wind snapped in the air and clawed at any bared surface of skin. In hindsight, I would say it was a tough life, but at the time, I would have said it was simply the nature of life. I stayed by my mother’s side, alone. Most of the others kept a wide berth from me, although a few trusted themselves to stray near me. I had saved more than a few from hard times, and they had learned to develop the trust reserved for family. The others…well, they considered me an outsider, someone with whom it was impossible to share a familial connection. When you are born with rejection and regular degradation, it becomes as much a part of your life as eating or sleeping. Psychologists might observe such a thing would have a lasting effect on your psyche. This could be true, but I prefer to believe there is a rather broad line between psychological generalizations and the individuality of each person’s situation in life. For me, the only thing that mattered was that I obeyed the rules of the pack, and in return I earned my keep.

This mindset has remained with me even into adulthood. It is interesting to see peers attempt to judge me, which in some ways is a form of impressing – or even validating- their own beliefs on to me. I find it tragically laughable. On the one hand, their need to rectify their own morals is simply proof that they are unsure of the correctness of their own beliefs; on the other hand, as an outsider who has witnessed what it means to accept culture with understanding rather than rejection, it is simultaneously tragic that so many people are incapable of wrapping their minds around concepts that are foreign to those given to them at birth. After all, each of us has a unique perception of the world largely defined by our individual upbringings. It is sad to see so many people are incapable of lending understanding to this fact. Perhaps a personal attack on one’s beliefs means more than falling from a tree, being tackled by an enemy or being weathered by climate – It is an attack on the one thing that separates us from others; it is an attack on our conscious understanding of the world, an attack on our very ability to reason that defines us as humans!

Of course, the idea that someone disagrees with your understanding of things certainly doesn’t imply that it is wrong or in error. And yet, so many times have humans interpreted it otherwise. When one truly considers the matter, it is like a bunch of animals incapable of basic reason who react simply to the effect, and not the cause, of words. Ah, how much nicer things would be for us all if we showed a little understanding to why things happen rather than what they mean to us individually.

Anyways, that is my aside on irrational human behavior. The most ironic facet of this argument of all is that this tendency to resort to illogical or delusional interpretations of events seems to be unique to humans, the self-proclaimed evolved beings who are supposed to epitomize reason. In my own pack of wolves, everything is quite simple: You work to sustain the pack, or you are left behind. Every transgression, every judgment from the pack, is wholly understood, and there is no mistaking why it occurred. After meeting my fellow homo-sapiens, I must truly wonder how they have managed to introduce such a complexity to their behavior that is without logical foundation; that, despite climbing such intellectual mountains, the ability to empathize with their own species and accept them without judgment of arbitrary differences is even more primitive than that devised by the simple wolf brethren that raised me. Indeed, it is total hubris that we believe we have nothing to learn from animals, who are simple, direct, and innocent of human perversions of logical behavior. I hope animals, whose habitats and way of life are so burdened with our need for disproportionately large amounts of space, manage to survive, so that further generations have a role-model of how a more innocent lifestyle absent of unnecessary affects can be led. Ultimately, I hope that others learn to develop an understanding of what it means to view life totally different from their own perspective. Even if one can’t grasp the basis for a different lifestyle, one can respect the inability to understand others’ viewpoints, and therefore refrain from judging it outside of the framework of a basic, functioning lifestyle. Basically, if an individual of a different group, religion or social class does or has something disagreeable with you, you won’t let it on. Is this dishonest to hide your personal beliefs? No, it is respectful of you to exhibit self-restrain and show a maturity in your own development to prove that differing morals can co-exist without one side being compromised. Humans are not so uncivilized that as soon as we are born miles apart or of different economic or religious outlooks that we cease to understand someone who is biologically the same as we are! We’re all in the same pack, why shouldn’t we get along?

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