Tag: psychology

  • An Excess Of Self-Concern

    When not-enough is too much.

    I have lived with chronic illness for roughly 10 years now. I know exactly what it is — it’s just treatment resistant and modern medicine doesn’t have much in the way of answers, mostly because modern medicine spawned it. Lots of people just kind of give up in the face of it and live restricted, diminished lives. The good news is that it took me 9.5 of those years to even have the exact name of what’s plaguing me.

    So every day I wake up or stand up from being awake for a lot of the night, and do a ritual where I read, consult AI, mark down data, do an adjustment or two, and get on with my life. But this health struggle used to consume the entirety of my thoughts.

    I would love to not have to think about it or account for it anymore.

    Thankfully, I have a lot to live for, am active in the lives of others, and had a tremendous tour de force on this philosophical journey before any of the health stuff kicked off.

    But for people who have been saddled by child abuse and its resultant madness, there can be no North Star to compare to.

    There is this agonized middle ground that some people walk where they are cognizant that there’s something wrong with them, therefore they take steps to alleviate it, and what modicum of improvement they gain is what they satisfy themselves with, not knowing that it could be so much better for them.

    I met a lot of people like this when I was in a Masters for Counseling. They’d done some baby steps and thought they were ready experts. And compared to most of the sandaled goyim at Walmart, they were!

    Fortunately, self-knowledge is a merciful process. Only a small portion of it ever “holds out” against your best efforts, usually in the form of a difficult addiction. If you put in the work, you see results. But “the work” is different for everyone and you need some good feedback to bring it into focus.

    A lot of depression is an inability to get out of the drama. You have these critics and cynics just running in your head 24-7 and you are inundated.

    You turn toward yourself to make it better and you drown.

    This is why connection to others is so important.

    Late last summer and into the fall, I went through a phase where I just had to vent about my medical issues to people behind my paywall. I was in the thick of talking to specialists, getting prescribed crazy, expensive pills, and trying to make sense of it all — all with my typical perseverance and my refrain, “Guys I am about to fix it this week!” That support from others was crucial and it helped me to knock a lot of the maladies off of the list. I went from having 5 not-so-good and 1 bad thing going on with me to now just 1 bad thing.

    This can be likened to madness and addiction. The relevant treatment for madness is interpersonal connection, physical exercise, moral/philosophical discernment, and then you get a “clearance” experience where you breath a tremendous sigh of relief.

    I would caution against too much self-reliance. There is an Aristotelian mean for everything. The more resourced I have become, through speaking to people far and wide through the Internet and through LLM’s + research, the more knowledgeable I have become. I am more humbled and awed by the collective genius of mankind.

    I would love to work in the medical field in a lab research setting but the credentials to get in there are goofy and not what I want to spend my time doing, especially with a young family.

    With madness, the more adept you become at resolving it, the more capable you are of transmitting outwards in a way that leads to more rationality and solace for others. The more rational you are, the more of an organizing force you are on the world.

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    With resolution comes an availability to look outwards and resolve what is beyond you.

    When I was younger, I thought my life’s work was firmly squared on philosophy + counseling. But as I learn more and more, I see just how rampant the chronic illness epidemic is in America, largely due to statism’s effects on the food, air, and water supplies. There has also been an extreme over-prescription of antibiotics that is leading to incurable conditions. I want be of assistance somehow!

    Everyone has their own strengths and tendencies to develop — not everyone is a “healer”. There are plenty of fields outside of “healing” that can benefit from integration with philosophy. Maybe you will be the first to do it…

    Seeing the self-defeat alleviate in someone and be replaced by motivation, enthusiasm, and inspiration is a tremendous honor and privilege.

    Through our meaningful work in the world, we see such restoration in others. But getting to that meaningful work can involve walking a personal labyrinth for a time. Lots of people remain stranded in various stages of maturity because they will not address their blind spots or cannot muster the courage to make a leap. Not everyone “makes it”.

    Getting outside contact to people who have “made it” is so vital for your calibration. I’m contending with something highly pathogenic and treatment resistant, yet I do know there’s hope because there’s roughly a 60% clearance rate for the intensive track I’m on.

    Self-knowledge is doable. It can be done efficiently. It doesn’t have to take forever. You will see results, especially if you are not trapping yourself in a solipsistic concern that leaves little room for education enrichment and talking to people who have “cleared madness”. But woe to the person who stays ensconced in their own resources and does not reach out. Isolation is a hell of a drug. World scary and bad. Digital device safe and snuggly.


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  • Rescuing A Woman

    If you’re unfamiliar with my term Heartbreak World, it’s basically a descriptor for the social matrix we’re all caught in:

    -loyalty is praised but not actually practiced to any real extent

    -people’s brains are cooked by their private hedonism they engage in on their devices whereas in yesteryear they would have been forced to go on a walk or go to some social event or maybe just do drugs which at least was seen as wrong back then

    -the institutions have been wholly captured by the State and thus promote as much agony and misery as possible

    We’re all inhabitants of Heartbreak World.

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    The entirety of this social arrangement traces its roots to the condition of the parenting, which is pretty much shite but improving. The Boomers spanked at about an 88% rate (off the top of my head), Gen X spanks at 45%, and Millennials spank at about 20%.

    The younger generations still have a way to go on the verbal side of things. Doesn’t help that everyone is becoming illiterate.

    You wouldn’t know parenting is improving because spankers, who are hotheads, are the most full-throated about their bad habits and will gnaw off their own leg to justify hitting children in someone else’s eyes. This is simply a repetition of their own histories where they were crippled by their abusive parents.

    It’s ugly. Anyway, to the topic at hand.

    I have this phenomenal track record at this point, stretching back well over a decade, of getting men into marriages.

    The main ingredient necessary is a willingness on the part of the man to humble himself and learn what needs to be learned, by the logic of his own life, what will get him across the finish line.

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    Most men don’t have the stones.

    Philosophy is a mirror. If a man can’t face the damage he’s done in his life, he will inevitably personalize with you, who are holding up the mirror, and either storm off or slink away in bitter dejection. The more proud ones will latch on to some lesser figure who isn’t as good at holding up the mirror and will endlessly console themselves as if you were the perp. It’s childhood all over again for these guys.

    People who weren’t encouraged in childhood will interpret encouragement as domination in adulthood.

    I really should make more YouTube videos where I explain the finer details of all this. I’ve written some hearty-helping books, such as last year’s Family FormationI’m like the 21st century’s Carl Jung/Hermann Hesse/Aristotle/Mel Gibson/Bruce Springsteen.

    To rescue a woman, if she wants to be rescued, you have to be willing to burn the midnight oil in your self-knowledge work. You have to be willing to weather incredible storms of self-doubt. You have to be willing to reckon with the depths of your own depravity and your seemingly unending capacity for intellectual manipulation. You have to be willing to back to Beginner Mode and live with the incredible impatience this decision provokes.

    And if you can do this, it’s honestly just a quick hop, skip, and a jump to things working out for you.

    But people typically don’t want to be emotionally available like that. They want to keep extensive contact with their families of origin. They want to bury their heads in work. They went to stay hooked on their addictions. They want to have some PODCAST blaring in their ear so they can assuage all those teeny little voices of intellectual insecurity in themselves.

    It doesn’t take that long to get into fighting shape, if you’re willing to be humble.

    Humility is how you rescue a woman from Heartbreak World.

    The more hubris, the more skewed your life will become:

    If you already got a woman for yourself, 99% of the time because you’re decent looking and have a sex drive, you will damn her to having to live with your unresolved demons. You won’t do the “Big Reset” that is required for virtue to flourish in a romantic relationship. And the best you can hope for in the face of your stubbornness is a life of petty vanities — which of course you run the risk of your children making a complete bonfire of, particularly if they sniff out ole’ Franssen’s online work. Aren’t I the meanest man on the Internet? I wrote as much in my 2019 sleep-deprived book of allegories Coom, Consume, Comply. People didn’t know what to make of that but a few souls did listen. And of course, I say “mean” tongue-in-cheek cause it’s the opposite that is true: I’m the sweetiest. I’ve been the sweetiest peetiest person alive on this planet since Freddie Mercury died of AIDS in 1991.

    Rest in peace, sweet prince.

    Sometimes it’s like I’m roller-skating, chewing bubble gum, and making the finest philosophy this world has yet seen. Just have to get a wee bit of shut eye.


    Did you have fun on this jaunt?

    You thought I was going to give you a simple formula like:

    A) Bonk woman over the head

    B) Drag her back to your cave

    C) Quietly watch over her to ensure she does chores

    D) Put baby in her

    That’s what a lot of guys like to hear these days. Use penile implants! Obsess over your appearance! Pay $995 for the Man Camp! Pay hundreds and hundreds for an hour of the guru’s time!

    Is that what you want me to be, you brigands?

    You abuse me!

    Toodle-loo.


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  • On Sharing The TV Remote

    Are you with someone who is mean-spirited?

    The majority of spousal conflict goes something along the lines of:

    -Bob has Preference A.

    -Jane has Preference B.

    -Both take it personally to some degree and squabble.

    Let’s do an example:

    -Bob wants to watch King Of Queens (an old-time Franssen favorite).

    -Jane wants to watch Gay’s Anatomy (objectively shitty show).

    -Both find one another’s choices repulsive (we don’t accept anti-Kevin James slander in this house!)

    What to do?

    First of all, if you’ve made it so far into marriage that your wife still thinks Gay’s Anatomy or Sabrina Carpenter or whatever the heck is entertaining and useful to her, you’ve made a major mistake. You have failed to educate your wife in good taste. You have failed to show her the meanness inherent in some programming and less abundant in other programming.

    The thing about this is that enlightening your wife requires some measure of artistic and emotional sensitivity and vulnerability on your part. If you are not a person going through meaningful suffering or a climb to the top (in terms of self-actualization), how can you expect her to invest in any art or entertainment that has even a few vestigial elements of these themes?

    If you are not real, how can you expect your spouse to want to even attempt to become real.

    By the way, I’m not here defending King of Queens as high art, just comparing it relative to Gay’s Anatomy.

    If you genuinely don’t enjoy “adult contemporary” or anything particularly contemplative or nuanced and provocative, don’t be surprised when your spouse tries to drag you into the gutter – and perhaps enlists her “support network” in the effort.

    There’s a kind of mean bigotry that most people are engaged in these days. And if you are with someone who is mean-spirited, moved by the salacious, or prone to ghetto sentiments, why aren’t you taking responsibility for this?

    One of the cardinal sins of a man in dating is that he “takes it easy” in the early going, so as to not “scare off” the woman, and then her subsidized retardation blows up in the man’s face and suddenly he’s in a prison cell of in-laws, inanity TV bull-pucky, and her “community”. She takes you for a lummox!

    If you can’t respect the dignity of your #1 person enough to take a firm stand when they go unconscious and disassociate, you are signaling to your unconscious that you don’t take philosophy seriously. Watch your apathy grow. Watch yourself turn to mysticism, hideous and self-effacing, to cover up the crime – the crime of apathy.

    There’s more I want to say but I’m knee-deep in writing and recording music over here plus it’s someone’s special day.

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  • The Cult of Forgetting

    Does time heal all wounds?

    To be timeless…

    There’s a clever trick that society plays on us.

    It’s called, “Why can’t you move on? I have!”

    The truth is that people don’t move on from their wrongs. They simply plow them under and move forward. But whatever you plow under will eventually spring up.

    In this way, people’s personalities become ugly, hardened, and embittered.

    This is why they have no problem asking you, rhetorically, why you can’t move on.

    That’s why they can stomach playing such a shitty trick on a person they’ve wronged.


    There’s a massive uptick in “nostalgia posting” on the timeline.

    As everything goes to utter hell and back, the worst demons among us unleashed, there is a growing contingent of people who long for when times were better.

    This phenomena is captured by this meme:

    These guys, at the time, had it so bad. Life was rough!

    But in hindsight, there’s an innocence they had that has since been spoiled.

    This is not unlike bad parenting’s effects on a person.

    Once upon a time, you were an untroubled, un-cudgeled, un-browbeaten individual who had a plucky enthusiasm and a zest for life. You have some go-off energy.

    This was ground out of you by unhappy, mean parents.

    Little by little, the light went out. The twinkle was snuffed out.

    And you’re not allowed to remember.

    The world is set up to grind you down. The world will remove from you your ability to empathize with previous mood and hormonal states where you were much brighter, more innocent, and alive.

    And if you spend any amount of time trying to remember or recapture these previous states, you will be treated as a kook.

    Abusive parents will edge away from you like you’ve done something wrong.

    An ax-murderer, establishmentarian society will call you sentimental, “conservative”, feckless, weak, cowardly, feminine, etc.

    All manner of abuse must be heaped on you to keep you from questioning why things went so wrong – or how they could be improved.

    Instead you’re supposed live in a highly reactive state of yowling at the latest outrage.

    Forever on a hamster wheel of escalation.

    Society heaps its greatest accolades on those who best help us forget.

    Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.