Always try to avoid it. Avoid starting an adversarial dialogue. But if the other persists and you can’t avoid an adversarial dialogue, you are all-in. So, as already you are all-in, most tactics are acceptable. First, it’s always about the issue, never the person. Thus, no Ad-Hominem remarks! Second, never thrust. Always parry. Best parry: try to move the other off-message and keep the other there. Countering questions with questions is often successful. Finally, try to end adversarial dialogue at the first and every opportunity. It rarely accomplishes anything.
I plan to immediately begin to try to change my view of my life’s circumstances.
I have been post-divorce single for eight years. I have continually rejected this situation. I have attempted twice to change my situation. But, my attempts have failed.
Both with whom I tried to form partnerships have turned out, after all, for me, to be a very unpleasant presence. Thus, both attempts failed. And both times, I walked away bruised, scarred, and in extreme pain.
So, maybe I want to be solo. You know, the attempted-acceptance attitudes like, “In partnership, the inevitable drama! Who needs it?!?”
Sometimes, one lands in a pile of dung through one’s own shortcomings. Then, the person declares, “This pile actually is a pile of gold. I love it; it is paradise”. Then the person plants a flag and declares, “In the name of my bruised ego, I hereby claim this pile of gold to be mine. I shall make it my home.”
I have always strongly believed this is utterly pathetic. That’s because I’ve witnessed it close-up.
Maybe I am hard-wired to be solo. Maybe I’m too selfish and inflexible to be a partner. Though these sound like excuses, I think they might very-well be true.
And, to reject the situation, again and again try to change it, and fail, seems the epitome of that joke about the definition of insanity: “To keep doing the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome”.
I can continue to reject reality while trying to change it. To reject reality, however, is psychologically-dangerous, I now believe.
The fact is, I cannot force anyone to be attracted to me.
But maybe there’s a another way, call it “compromise”, “hybrid”, or maybe even “paradox”:
Instead, I accept my situation. Accept reality: I am alone. Simultaneously, I can stay in circulation, “troll” (as in fishing, not as in online chat or online discussion boards), attempting to attract a potential partner. And if I attract no-one, it’s all good because I have accepted my situation. Trolling is not difficult: just regularly go some-where others gather. And simply “be” as Zen might teach. Again, this is not hard. It probably would preserve my emotional strength and health. Best of all, it probably would give me that precious gift, contentment.
However, this, too, may be so much gobbledegook double-talk merely masking my situation. Perhaps this, too, would be pathetic. But now, I think not.
I now recognize: to accept solitude, while seeking a partner, is not mutually-exclusive. This is not a zero-sum situation. Logic teaches shades of grey (please turn your back on the thoughts of those movies!), not monochrome.
Finally, there is a 900lb invisible elephant in the middle of the room: Why do I keep seeking incompatible women for partnership? I must find the answer. But, beyond that, this a big topic for another writing.
Accepting my circumstance while trying to change it is the only sane choice.
Many thanks to the one who inspired this. You know who you are.
First, let’s dispatch the 800-lb invisible gorilla in the middle of the room: Should we pay to view this film and thus benefit director Mel Gibson?
That discussion is far-outside the scope of this review.
Besides, as to the answer, this writer has not a clue. And this writer hates the word, “should”, anyway.
Now, back to the film.
So refreshing: this film is not perhaps-anticipated hagiography. Neither– again, as might be anticipated– does this film demonize soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army. For this objectivity, among other things, the artists are to be commended.
The audience likely already knows the story, and the paradox at its heart. Nonetheless, let’s recap: the grip of world war reaches even the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Here, a young working man, Desmond Doss. He is not a saint. He is simply human. Doss is “Average Joe”– average with but one possible exception– he simply is incapable of allowing his actions to compromise his beliefs.
The first belief at hand: ironclad-adherence to the Sixth Commandment of the Hebrews:
“Thou shalt not kill”.
His second, likewise-ironclad, conviction: in this time and place of madness:
Doss owes military-service to humanity and his nation.
Doss can be categorized as a “Conscientious Objector”. Yet, he is in the Army.
Doss is incapable of even touching a weapon. He is not noble; rather, his motives may seem base: fear. First, fear not of pain or death, but fear of the state of his soul. Also he may fear what he might do with a weapon, a fear well-learned through dangerous adolescent experiences.
Neither, as might be expected, is Doss arrogant, or insistent others share his principles. For Doss, these principles are his and his alone. Doss is humble. These complex aspects of Doss, their portrayal, set the bar high for an actor. Yet, Andrew Garfield’s excellent work clears that bar and makes it look easy.
Again, the audience likely already knows the story, so what of the element of suspense? This often is done with some conceit, all-too-often fabricated. Not here.
Rather, the artists use the “slow-burn” technique to maximum-effect: anticipation gradually builds into great suspense…but lingers there. Then, at that very moment the viewer may wonder, “It is combat. Doss serves diligently and effectively. Such service is to be expected. So, where are the outstanding Medal-of-Honor actions?”, the artists squeeze the trigger.
And the screen is cast into a nightmare. It is a nightmare of enormous challenge and risk, perseverance, back-breaking work, ingenuity, and action necessary in spite of one’s fears. In the viewer’s heart and mind, this nightmare may evoke incredulity. That condition will linger. It will linger through and after the excellent denouement imperative for a harrowing glimpse of such brutality as well as nerve. Again, for the persuasive, and authentic-feeling, climax of a factual story, the artists are to be commended.
The portrayals of violence and resulting carnage are appropriate and necessary to support the story. Never are they gratuitous.
Oh. How did a conscientious objector manage to enlist in the Army, during war, in the first place? And what would he do in the Army, during war?
For answers, the reader simply must view the film.
“Hacksaw Ridge” is a great success. Kudos to all participants.
- for armchair-historians who don’t faint at the repulsive sight of the results of brutality, “Buy.”
- for others who don’t faint at the repulsive sight of the results of brutality, “Rent.”
- for those who faint at even the thought of blood, this writer’s recommendation: watch “Little Mermaid”. Again.
*© 2016 Lionsgate Films
…and you are in it, then, it is the worst war in history.