PAIN SELF MUTILATION Enjoyment for some and unavoidable by others. It turns out there is a neurological explanation for why people scratch and cut themselves, and spank each other for pleasure. Inflicting small amounts of physical pain, whether from scratching your skin vigorously or doing something more extreme, deactivates the parts of your brain associated with unpleasant or painful emotions I on the other hand practice a more simplistic approach to inflecting discomfort on myself , my method is real and used by many poor Greek men of my age group...or better , specifically all Greek men regardless of age. My self inflicted torture is made by picking up the phone and calling my mother. As I expose myself to the painful emotional attack of verbal nostalgia and the rigorous list of topics that remain the same from years gone by, in other words as I sit and listen to the same painful questions that have yet to change from past phone calls , I question myself , why did I do this. So I expose my ears to the painful sounds of the check list questionnaire, whose sick whose nearly dying and my responsibility in maintaining my relations healthy and strong with my extended family members.....and of course the health issues that she challenges on a daily basis. Which I will admit even though my concern levels in relation to my mothers health have me interested ,I am also aware that she isnt no spring chicken, as eighty plus half a dozen or so years is in my books very old and of course come with great attributes and achievements , known as aches and pains. I guess the hardest part of the verbal explosion of irrelevant facts is the information that I am given about my family and the disappointment that they share with my actions or my manner of lack of interest in their pathetic lives. Now by saying this I dont refer to all my family just a joyful select few....maybe six....or less. Sounds harsh yet what is more harsh is me trying to explain to my beloved mama how Im only giving back what I have already received, in other words Im simply treating them in the same manner as they have treated me. Now somewhere in that notion I realised I just added another thirty minutes to irrelevant discussion to my mothers dos and donts, and again a mothers definition of being nice has no abbreviation or can be shared in five hundred words or less but requires an entire hour, and with my hope that I can change the subject to salvage my brain from further pain or that the battery will die on my cordless phone and salvation shall follow. So as I wish her well and promise her vigorously that I shall call her again real soon , I come to the realisation that there is more pleasure in smashing my fingers between the door than actually picking up the phone to repeat this torture.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 19:21:41 +0000