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I see the world turning in my sheets, and once again I cannot sleep.
Losing ground in a fight I’m meant to keep.
Fighting to stay on point over many mountains and turning tides.
Forgetting the panic that sets me aside, forgetting the fear that I cannot hide.
Walking down the streets of choices, catching a glance at second chances
Here I go again
Knee-jerk reactions, not finding that safe place to tend to my self.
Searching the stars to ride through the storms should be my wealth
Yet the galaxies leave me empty, there I’m left alone.
Remembering all the rights proved so wrong, I know it’s what I’ve blown
My mind is muddy, my heart is heavy. Does it show?
Here I go again
Reaching for that second chance, one that’s honest, one that’s real
Screaming at the top of my voice don’t give me reason,
just give me choice, for reason is just another season.
Making same mistakes, a troubled reflection I feel
What good is hindsight? Will I ever win the fight?
Here I go again.
Losing now all that was never lost , chances painfully taken away.
Something in this fight has lost its worth,
leaving in its place my hollow rebirth
It threatens in the night and defies the day
My quest for whole just empty promises kept at bay
And…. here I go….again.
(Note: Thank you to singer-songwriters Miss Yvonne Jay, and to Bobby Lindstrom for encouraging and supporting me with this piece)
“Get them before they get you.”
“Why wait until after you get screwed over? Practice prevenge, you will feel better.”
Every once in a while as a Lover of Words I am surprised when introduced to a new word or a new context in which a word is used. When such an event happens I am again happily (and with much contentment) reminded of how much of a love affair I have with words and the stringing of them together to express what our hearts and minds know.
Being taught a new word recently also taught me behind that word is a theory involving human nature and behavior that I knew but I never had a word for. A theory about the human behavior of agendas and motivations. I understand IT.
I believe IT’S employed more often than we realize. IT leaves a bitterness in my throat I have difficulty swallowing. But IT is a reality. I have first hand experience with walking through life in a state of prevenge, and with those too who like me have used the tactics of prevenge.
As I understand “IT” aka “Prevenge” is an effective way to deter and deflect away from becoming involved with someone or a situation that comes with the risk of being hurt. In premeditation prevenge entails erecting emotional walls and defenses in preparation of being hurt – preparing to do the
attacking hurting first…Prevenge. In the act of prevenge the person perceiving there is a possibility of being hurt engages in hurting first. In deciding to strike first the prevenger’s hope is their act will preemptively discredit and render impotent the effect of a hurtful act upon their self.
Apparently, although rarely recognized for what it is, prevenge is used frequently because it works. It works because most people are kind and wince at the thought that they are doing something unkind, immoral, or inconsiderate, we are reluctant to believe not all walk through life the same. The claims that there are those who are not alike in kindness melts our resolve, and we become receptive and surrender to feelings of self-doubt.
Prevenge is employed through all kinds of exchanges. When the prevenger suspects feelings are at risk of being hurt or feel disappointment they engage in tactics of prevenge, trying to deflect from being the one hurt…..first.
The Wounded (“Why do you have to be so mean?”)
The Exasperated (“Oh boy, here we go again.”)
The Preacher (“C’mon, show some respect.”)
The Weary (“Sigh. . . . “)
The Cold Shoulder (“Well, that’s YOUR opinion.”)
The Misinterpretation (“Well, if you hate me, why didn’t you just come out and say so?”)
The Strategic Adviser (“You should have told me differently, at a different time, in a different place, with a different tone.”)
The Analyst (“You’re misguided.”)
The Upper Hand (“Oh, grow up.”)
The Well-Adjusted Humorist (“Geez, can’t you take a joke?!”)
The Mute (……… The silent treatment)
. . . among many others. There are situations certainly in which every response on the list is perfectly honorable, heartfelt, and appropriate. But it’s precisely why these responses can be counterfeited and used for prevenge.
Prevenge is among some of the most powerful and pervasive rhetorical human behavior tactics. Meaning “rhetorical,” in that it adds weight to any argument regardless of the argument’s intrinsic merit, but it’s a general-purpose, passive-aggressive persuader and a generic influencer. Rhetoric in that although effective going through life in a state of prevenge is disturbingly sad.
Quite effectively prevengers get a good grip on others and their actions and finding the threat of their emotional response credible. Credible because often their proffered emotional response seems natural or justifiable. Prevengers react first and without validation, their ultimate goal is to hurt before they’re hurt. Risking being wrong in their assumptions is simply collateral damage they willingly accept.
I can’t say prevenge is or is not necessarily wrong, every person and circumstance being different, but it certainly is strong – strong, persuasive, and inherently compelling. So….when someone uses these tactics attempting to strengthen even their most indefensible demands the word wrong enters my consciousness.
This discovery (through a friend) of a word describing a prevalent human behavior has given me an awareness I didn’t have before. I recognized the behavior as soon as the word was explained to me, but prior I would have been hard-pressed to describe it in a word. Consequently I will be proactive at learning how best to avoid prevengers as well as (maybe more importantly) work to curtail my need for prevenging tactics.
I don’t want the bitter taste of prevenge keeping me from swallowing life, and I don’t want to miss out on life’s possibilities because they might be hard to swallow.
Hello my Lover. You have always been the one for me.
You remain the one I can bare my soul too. Without you my spirit would be a hollow shell of who I am.
Words, you have a way about you that I take great solace in.
Beautiful Words, with you I find the answers to the questions that keep me on a quest as I wander through this life. My love affair with you has never left me feeling betrayed or abandoned. You are there when the sun rises, and when the sun sets.
Dear Words, together we have seen pain, we have seen peace. With you I can shed my armor and scream out loud, with you I find meaning in what otherwise leaves me baffled. You give me the illusion of control when I write, giving me a place to rest my vivid and often wicked imagination.
Dear Words, we make a great team, we have a unique love story that is ours for eternity. Writing can feel like an isolating, individual act—yet with you, my computer or pad of paper it really is a social way for me to respond to people and the world around me.
Dear Words, when I connect with you I do so because I want or need to create a platform to receive my thoughts and ideas. A place where I can reflect and archive.
Dear Words, you surely know me well enough by now to know that this process of putting ideas into words and then arranging them so someone else might see, create, and explore new connections to life has become not only my creative outlet, but it’s become my way of life. You have become my catharsis.
Dear Words, I write because it reveals my personal choice’s and habit’s of my mind, my ability to connect and mold ideas.
Dear Words, you, me, I write because I cannot.