When I started this blog I didn’t know what it would be. Well, actually, that’s not true. I knew that it would be a mish mash of things. There would be some poetry, some recipes, some music, and I knew that there would be rants. I knew this and I warned you.
I’m writing this post to let you know that there will probably be more rants and that they will be scathingly honest. I have found that the world has changed a lot in my lifetime and one of the changes I’ve witnessed has been this relentless demand from people to always be nice and if you are not nice, be polite about it.
Passive/aggressive politeness is not “nice”. Maybe I’m old school but I grew up believing that honesty was more valuable than a smile with knives behind it. It seems that people have been lured into this idea that if they smile and pretend to be nice then everything will go their way. I think the saying is “smile and the world will smile with you”.
What this really is, is people hiding their nastiness behind a veneer of happiness and goodness and then basically demanding, because they are smiling, that the world smile back at them. Nasty people do not deserve to be smiled at.
There comes a time when nasty people need to be brought out from behind their passive/aggressive smiles and dealt with for who and what they really are. Why should I have to go around smiling and being polite to people who are being nasty to me behind my back?
Why should I have to breathe in their nasty and backstabbing energy while smiling at them and then swallowing their bitterness. This, for me, amounts to violence and I’m being told that it is rude for me to defend myself against it. It is toxic and abusive. It amounts to an abusive relationship and it is a rampant phenomenon taking place in the world today.
Truly, this world needs healing and healing, true healing, does not take place in an environment of dishonesty. Dishonesty fuels and nurtures illness. Honesty releases illness. This is why honesty often begins sounding pretty dirty and dark. It is usually something that has been withheld for ages and has become pretty ugly by the time it hits the light.
This kind of healing takes courage for exactly that reason, but this kind of healing will eventually reveal to you that all of those old, dark, ugly shapes were just like the monsters under the bed. Once you summon up that courage and look under that bed, that monster shrinks and usually runs away, often leaving kind of a sad, pathetic residue.
Healing allows compassion for those monsters and an instinct for tenderness and love towards the sad, pathetic residue left behind. Healing washes away that residue and leaves one feeling refreshed, new, and able to take in real sunlight, real happiness, doing away with the need for false niceness and passive/aggressive smiles.
When I started this blog I stated on my home page that some of my posts may get your goat, that some may make you cry, and some may make you just want to shut me out. As you may have noticed, this has proven true.
If I have stirred you somewhere below the surface then truthfully I am glad and maybe if it initiates or inspires a healing process for you then, that is for you to take credit for. I am not a button pusher. I will not try to piss you off just because I get my jollies doing that. I am real and real is often messy, doesn’t follow some linear, ordered, and neat path.
You will witness me being and becoming real in front of you and you will witness me reverting to superficial passive/aggressive niceness but it will be real, part of a process, not an attempt to do violence to you while scoring points for how wonderful I am.
Every now and then I may even be happy and if all goes well, maybe even infect you with that happiness. We can dream. I hope so.
This blog, though, will primarily attempt honesty because I believe honesty fuels healing, brings evil down to size, and ultimately allows love to rule the day. That is really the goal isn’t it, that love, therefore sanity, rules the day.
C. Villeneuve