tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14028500.post114654449883503967..comments2023-10-11T02:51:41.729-05:00Comments on Voices in My Head: Yom HaZikkaronTobiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930468887760990485noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14028500.post-1146724135833152272006-05-04T01:28:00.000-05:002006-05-04T01:28:00.000-05:00I think also- well, the not being able to feel any...I think also- well, the not being able to feel anything phenomenon has many factors; not having experienced horror ourselves, combined with desensitization to almost everything due to gluttonous over-mediazation, in addition to that need to package emotion into something we call an "experience." but I also think a huge part of it is a very normal human self-defense mechanism - this is too huge and too hard and too painful for me to process in any form, and if I try it may destroy me; so my emotional system completely shuts down and I don't have to deal with it. it's not that it means nothing actually, but rather that it means too much, and that therefore we shut it off from ourselves as a self-protective measure. I've tried using that logic as a psycological trick to get myself to open up emotionally a couple of times, and its worked so maybe there's some truth to it.Mirihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971075346520291515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14028500.post-1146672972228088162006-05-03T11:16:00.000-05:002006-05-03T11:16:00.000-05:00Miri- that was one thing I hated about seminary- t...Miri- that was one thing I hated about seminary- the constant pressure to feel a certain way or else you weren't sufficiently sensitive or you'd miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have this experience. I think it contributes to the shutting down of feeling and the desperate joy at feeling somethingTobiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14930468887760990485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14028500.post-1146634612540011032006-05-03T00:36:00.000-05:002006-05-03T00:36:00.000-05:00I remember that. I was there too.the hardest bit a...I remember that. I was there too.the hardest bit about days like this is feeling so hard that they ought to be meaningful and having nothing register. it's kind of scary then, how grateful you are when it does- imagine being happy at being able to understand horror.Mirihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971075346520291515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14028500.post-1146632923990421152006-05-03T00:08:00.000-05:002006-05-03T00:08:00.000-05:00Thanks- I really loved your post on this topic.Thanks- I really loved your post on this topic.Tobiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14930468887760990485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14028500.post-1146629700446143432006-05-02T23:15:00.000-05:002006-05-02T23:15:00.000-05:00I could just see myself in your position. An incr...I could just see myself in your position. An incredibly vivid description... For me, it was really difficult to find the right words, having nothing to visualize.Irina Tsukermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10964771563778702009noreply@blogger.com