In the past, I distinctly remember television personalities decrying that a man's sexual fantasy life was absolutely normal, healthy, and expected to exist - whether they're single, married, divorced, or whatever. And it is declarations like these that serve as one of the many reasons I choose to avoid television. I have heard some of the most asinine statements via that particular entertainment medium. I am of the opinion that television personalities are mostly articulate idiots who happen to look great on TV.
I believe the reason this statement is repeatedly made within our culture is twofold:
1. Men who nurture a sexual fantasy life do so for very specific emotional reasons, and these reasons are tied into that man's internal value (or lack thereof). Hence, it can seemingly become critically important to nurture these despite their toxicity.
2. Runaway sexual fantasy lives tend to leave their stations while a man is in his youth. And as we all know, any private sin-laden activity that's rooted in one's youth is typically very hard to break away from as an adult. It's like learning to ride a bike as a child and then being asked to unlearn it much farther down the road.
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A history of fornication can play a role in truly gumming up the works for Christian men who're in bondage to sexual fantasy lives. Obviously, for a man to have participated in fornication, he had to have been sexually attractive enough to woo his lover into bed, and from there, perhaps, be gratified with a partner whom authenticated his efforts by responding with zeal.
"You're a fantastic lover."
"You know exactly how to turn me on."
"You are incredibly good in bed."
"I can't stop thinking about our time together making love."
Sound familiar?
It translates over well, does it not, into sexual fantasy.
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Marriage is hard, and the marriage bed will rarely ever be any sort of basis for a man's sexual fantasy life. It's too unpredictable, and no man typically chooses to imagine his wife, of all people, behaving like some female whore robot on steroids.
That's such a hard truth, but nonetheless, it is truth.
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My sexual fantasy life took root as I was firstly entering into adolescence, and the basis for it was my deep seated sense of worthlessness as it pertained to my sense of masculinity. My sexual fantasies were all about being pursued and ultimately seduced by my imaginary lovers. And man, were these fantasies spectacularly pleasurable to promulgate within my head(s)!
Eventually though, after many years of choosing to avoid these imaginary lovers (sometimes being victorious, sometime not), I was released. And in so many ways, it was not unlike growing up for I never truly felt like a grown up 'till this occurred.
I'm not of the opinion that sexual fantasy is ever justifiable. The Bible is clear about what we're to think upon, and sexual fantasies simply didn't make the cut.
In closing, for men who've spent a lot of time nurturing sexual relationships whilst dating (or otherwise): take the time to self-examine these salacious memories, parsing through them with a fine tooth comb. I believe this is an exercise that's helpful to debunk / dissuade the "right-side" of one's brain via the "left-side's" good work. If anything, it can serves as a starting point towards manhood.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Saturday, October 5, 2019
Fear & Hope
To me, these are the two diminishing return emotions as they work in contrast to one another. Plus, they're simply never constant in their affectualness. So often, there's a state of mind at play relative to whichever end of the "fear / hope spectrum" you happen to land upon.
Now, everything I just wrote above is coming from a fleshly (pagan) point of view, and I know this because fear and hope can coexist well within men. In fact, healthy fear, if doing its job well, should promote hope and hopefulness. How might I have come to this conclusion? God's word.
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Video pornography was firstly screened by Rob via satellite television at my friend's house during one of many sleepovers. We were both in middle school at the time. His persona was entertaining and lighthearted, and his divorced parents happened to both be pagans. Hence, his mother looked the other way while we took full advantage of the Playboy channel. For a 7th grade adolescent, very new-Christian boy (me), it was wildly disconcerting and rebelliously fun!
The only clip / scene I remember from these '80s pornos was one featuring a male porn model costumed up as a priest who eventually seduces one of his female parishioners. As they're having intercourse (doggy-style), he's still clothed in his pastoral regalia from the waist up. I can still see within my mind's eye him saying to the camera, "He will forgive us. He will forgive us...", with a sly smile across his lips as they had sex.
As you might imagine, I would find myself so aroused by these videos that I'd have to excuse myself from the living room in order to find a bathroom upstairs to masturbate in. And from there, whilst covered in ejaculate, I'd often wish that I'd simply drop dead due to my guilt brought on by this extreme, off the charts rebellious sexual sin. I knew it was wrong to be participating in this, but it was so unbelievably captivating to my 13-14 year old brain.
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Yesterday, I ate lunch with a friend, and the conversation turned to Jackson Public Schools. He commented that blacks simply do not consider education a priority, therefore that particular school district will always be doomed to fail its minority students. And that statement seemed to hold water, but the more I thought about it yesterday afternoon, I began to disagree.
I personally made my education a priority due to me having both hope and fear intact within my psyche. I feared what my future as a white man might look like sans education whilst hoping, always hoping, for a bright outcome vocationally in tandem with the preparation that would come through my education. And I would argue it's hope that truly propels a group of individuals forward. To put in the work because of hopefulness grants an individual long legs to go the necessary distance with.
If you remove hope from individuals, in particular children, they aren't compelled to make a means towards a brighter future (like education) one of their priorities. As as we all know, black children overall have little to no hope permeating through their minority cultural zeitgeist.
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Prior to my termination from the university I was employed at back in 2013, I slowly but surely clicked myself towards hardcore porn via my web browser on my office PC. One click here, another there. It was very deliberate, and I did proceed with caution early on. But, when nothing "bad" happened initially, I kept going. At the time, we didn't have (quite purposefully) an Internet connected device at our rental home, therefore I only had my work PC to serve as my official smut gateway. As more of my fears (of being reprimanded) were allayed, I carried forward with absolutely breaking the institution's info technology policy. And eventually, I threw all caution to the wind. But, in conjunction with this fearlessness came the inevitable loss of hope. And man, did it ever hit me hard.
When Christian men are mired in sexual sin, they're cognizant of their bondage to it. But bondage is qualitative. There are degrees to it. For Rob, during this time in his life, he'd experienced great seasons of victory from sexual sin - primarily due to his involvement with authentic community amongst other Christian men. But now, that community wasn't there in small town Mississippi.
Oh, how he despaired!
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What pushes a man to completely embrace rebellion from God through sexual sin? It's lack of hope. It's the belief that these desires are so demonstrative that he's literally at their mercy. Often people bring in the word addiction at this level of helplessness, but I tend to shy away from that word pertaining to sexuality.
I have lived it, and believe you me, you don't want to find yourself in this place. For a Christian, it is beyond horrible.
Where would men be without Samson Society?
Without hope and therefore in bondage.
Now, everything I just wrote above is coming from a fleshly (pagan) point of view, and I know this because fear and hope can coexist well within men. In fact, healthy fear, if doing its job well, should promote hope and hopefulness. How might I have come to this conclusion? God's word.
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Video pornography was firstly screened by Rob via satellite television at my friend's house during one of many sleepovers. We were both in middle school at the time. His persona was entertaining and lighthearted, and his divorced parents happened to both be pagans. Hence, his mother looked the other way while we took full advantage of the Playboy channel. For a 7th grade adolescent, very new-Christian boy (me), it was wildly disconcerting and rebelliously fun!
The only clip / scene I remember from these '80s pornos was one featuring a male porn model costumed up as a priest who eventually seduces one of his female parishioners. As they're having intercourse (doggy-style), he's still clothed in his pastoral regalia from the waist up. I can still see within my mind's eye him saying to the camera, "He will forgive us. He will forgive us...", with a sly smile across his lips as they had sex.
As you might imagine, I would find myself so aroused by these videos that I'd have to excuse myself from the living room in order to find a bathroom upstairs to masturbate in. And from there, whilst covered in ejaculate, I'd often wish that I'd simply drop dead due to my guilt brought on by this extreme, off the charts rebellious sexual sin. I knew it was wrong to be participating in this, but it was so unbelievably captivating to my 13-14 year old brain.
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Yesterday, I ate lunch with a friend, and the conversation turned to Jackson Public Schools. He commented that blacks simply do not consider education a priority, therefore that particular school district will always be doomed to fail its minority students. And that statement seemed to hold water, but the more I thought about it yesterday afternoon, I began to disagree.
I personally made my education a priority due to me having both hope and fear intact within my psyche. I feared what my future as a white man might look like sans education whilst hoping, always hoping, for a bright outcome vocationally in tandem with the preparation that would come through my education. And I would argue it's hope that truly propels a group of individuals forward. To put in the work because of hopefulness grants an individual long legs to go the necessary distance with.
If you remove hope from individuals, in particular children, they aren't compelled to make a means towards a brighter future (like education) one of their priorities. As as we all know, black children overall have little to no hope permeating through their minority cultural zeitgeist.
-------------------------
Prior to my termination from the university I was employed at back in 2013, I slowly but surely clicked myself towards hardcore porn via my web browser on my office PC. One click here, another there. It was very deliberate, and I did proceed with caution early on. But, when nothing "bad" happened initially, I kept going. At the time, we didn't have (quite purposefully) an Internet connected device at our rental home, therefore I only had my work PC to serve as my official smut gateway. As more of my fears (of being reprimanded) were allayed, I carried forward with absolutely breaking the institution's info technology policy. And eventually, I threw all caution to the wind. But, in conjunction with this fearlessness came the inevitable loss of hope. And man, did it ever hit me hard.
When Christian men are mired in sexual sin, they're cognizant of their bondage to it. But bondage is qualitative. There are degrees to it. For Rob, during this time in his life, he'd experienced great seasons of victory from sexual sin - primarily due to his involvement with authentic community amongst other Christian men. But now, that community wasn't there in small town Mississippi.
Oh, how he despaired!
-------------------------
What pushes a man to completely embrace rebellion from God through sexual sin? It's lack of hope. It's the belief that these desires are so demonstrative that he's literally at their mercy. Often people bring in the word addiction at this level of helplessness, but I tend to shy away from that word pertaining to sexuality.
I have lived it, and believe you me, you don't want to find yourself in this place. For a Christian, it is beyond horrible.
Where would men be without Samson Society?
Without hope and therefore in bondage.
Monday, September 30, 2019
Thursday, September 26, 2019
Monday, September 23, 2019
The Right Man For The Job But The Wrong Environment For The Man
Until you arrive at where you choose to travel to, there's no real way to know how that environment will impact you.
The environment we find ourselves within, whether its our vocation, family-life, school, etc., impacts our understanding of ourselves due to how we react to the setting / people that make up that setting. It's not unlike performing a science project with your standard guinea pig, forcing the animal to cope with scenarios that allow the observer to better understand said pig's reaction in light of the environment he's presented with.
We can pray and research, but no amount of fact-finding will ever come close to living out a new setting and all the demands that setting will impose.
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The very first experience Rob found himself within where the setting seemed to unleash a barrage of chronic internal negativity was in PE class in 7th grade. And when I say chronic internal negativity, I'm referring to literally feeling like a martian (with antenna growing out of his head).
I had never experienced difficulty in a similar setting prior to this, but nevertheless, it in itself was reflexively painful to be forced into day after day.
And I knew by my observations that I wasn't the only boy who was experiencing this, but of course, I certainly didn't understand how to articulate what I was experiencing, much less what anyone else was.
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I grew up in a household where no one ever talked about their emotions - positive or negative nor did they display them. Ever. And weirdly enough, it was my mother who lead the charge in that regard. She seemed to have no authentic emotions, choosing instead to pour all of her energy into fabricating her idyllic illusion of physical perfection. She was our household fembot. One of the most unique quirks about my parents is neither of them ever touched each other. I never once witnessed as their son any romantic / affectionate physicality. No kissing. No hand holding. No hugs. Ever. Hence, it was a very abnormal environment to be reared within.
And of course, that left me to grapple with all of this unforeseen internal negativity alone there as a 7th grader. Therefore, I quit the class. I had to. Otherwise, I felt this massive internal negativity via this setting would crush me through and through. And I did not want to be crushed despite how running away was going to look.
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A sizable part of why I chose to pursue a degree in architecture had to do with me hopefully not ever feeling this way again. I wanted to find a vocation that might fit me well, but primarily, I did not want to be a martian amongst men. By God's grace, I received my degree, and from there, went to work. And yes, I found that many of the men I worked for / with were just as martian-like as I was.
Just so you know...
Architects are not team players, therefore they don't enjoy working collaboratively. And they absolutely don't like to receive criticism unless it can be backed up with a sizable helping of credential / merit. Architects aren't interested in being given zero direction whatsoever, and even worse, no one to ask for help or assistance. We typically aren't very patient, but alas, we will wait on providential surprises. We enjoy working hard, so long as we're given the affirmation we need to stay energized. And interestingly enough, the majority of that affirmation must come from inside of ourselves.
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Now, I want to focus from here on that last sentence.
I believe the majority of us men fall prey to this, architect or not. Let's call it man's inside voice. That voice that sizes us up each and every day.
In looking back on 7th grade, my long-term fear was that Rob's inside voice would become too corrupt, too emblazoned with negativity from that point forward due to me being forced to survive for an entire school year within that setting. Hence, there would end up being too much negativity inside of me, which was toxic, for Rob to handle going forward, especially considering my parental non-supportiveness. In other words, guinea pig Rob would likely not survive / maintain his emotional sanity were he left to flounder within the chronic internal negativity as a result of that PE class setting.
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I believe each and every man has only so much internal positivity, and that it's especially important to be cognizant of that finite resource and therefore guard it closely over the course of his lifetime. The Bible references loving your neighbor as yourself. It's the "as yourself" part that I'm referring to hear. This is why sin is so deadly to man. And I'm not only referring to the physical consequences but the emotional ones. After the deeds are done, it's the guilt and shame that literally will eat the man alive.
So what do we do as a people with this horrific truth?
1. Mock the notion of sin by repackaging it into something else entirely (normalize it).
2. Medicate our guilt with drugs and booze.
3. Self-flagellate ourselves as if we're the convicted, judge, and warden all combined.
4. Find the support needed to extinguish chronic sin issues.
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One architect attribute I failed to mention earlier is our love to be challenged. Give an architect something hard to do, a problem to solve, a situation to endure, and he'll usually attack it head on. Any opportunity to prove ourselves is welcome indeed.
For Rob, I was faced with that back in 2012, and once I had Angie onboard (which didn't take long) with the idea of moving our family to small-town Mississippi for me to take on a new job, it was full steam ahead.
Oh, the increase in income! [It actually wasn't a whole lot.] Oh, the increase in responsibility! Oh, the challenge of the setting! And on and on. I was so excited!
But there was just one problem there, and it was identical to what I'd experienced in 7th grade. Chronic internal negativity. But this time, I was determined to discount it. To fluff it off. Or to simply endure 'till somehow the setting became (hopefully) more manageable day by day.
But it never did. It only grew worse. Until finally, I began to use porn at my desk on most days after 5 PM to medicate the intense emotional pain. And keep in mind too that those I'd reached out to for help hadn't responded (as I've written about in the past). And then I got fired.
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That was 6 years ago, almost to the day. The institution I was employed by gave me 30 days of severance pay, and from there, I was on my own.
God had other plans for Rob's heart. He essentially rescued me from myself for I simply didn't have the insight I once had as a 7th grader!
I pray today that your well of positivity is accounted for and therefore protected with all your good intentions. At the present, I guard mine like precious jewels, consistently working to avoid people / scenarios that I might forecast / sense are potentially going to drag me into that chronic negativity realm. And this includes people who either live out their lives as emotional frauds or those who simply will not seek whatever means possible (including professional help) to get a handle on their own shit.
It may sound selfish, but it's self protection. I truly believe that it's my job alone to stave off those horrifically cruel inside voices by staying true to my own personal reactions relative to each and every setting I may encounter / be thrust into.
In closing, I find it so interesting that the Rob of age 13 had so much more wisdom / self-care than the Rob of age 41. Why is it that as we age we rank so many other things above (in importance) our own self-care / well-being?
The environment we find ourselves within, whether its our vocation, family-life, school, etc., impacts our understanding of ourselves due to how we react to the setting / people that make up that setting. It's not unlike performing a science project with your standard guinea pig, forcing the animal to cope with scenarios that allow the observer to better understand said pig's reaction in light of the environment he's presented with.
We can pray and research, but no amount of fact-finding will ever come close to living out a new setting and all the demands that setting will impose.
-------------------------
The very first experience Rob found himself within where the setting seemed to unleash a barrage of chronic internal negativity was in PE class in 7th grade. And when I say chronic internal negativity, I'm referring to literally feeling like a martian (with antenna growing out of his head).
I had never experienced difficulty in a similar setting prior to this, but nevertheless, it in itself was reflexively painful to be forced into day after day.
And I knew by my observations that I wasn't the only boy who was experiencing this, but of course, I certainly didn't understand how to articulate what I was experiencing, much less what anyone else was.
-------------------------
I grew up in a household where no one ever talked about their emotions - positive or negative nor did they display them. Ever. And weirdly enough, it was my mother who lead the charge in that regard. She seemed to have no authentic emotions, choosing instead to pour all of her energy into fabricating her idyllic illusion of physical perfection. She was our household fembot. One of the most unique quirks about my parents is neither of them ever touched each other. I never once witnessed as their son any romantic / affectionate physicality. No kissing. No hand holding. No hugs. Ever. Hence, it was a very abnormal environment to be reared within.
And of course, that left me to grapple with all of this unforeseen internal negativity alone there as a 7th grader. Therefore, I quit the class. I had to. Otherwise, I felt this massive internal negativity via this setting would crush me through and through. And I did not want to be crushed despite how running away was going to look.
-------------------------
A sizable part of why I chose to pursue a degree in architecture had to do with me hopefully not ever feeling this way again. I wanted to find a vocation that might fit me well, but primarily, I did not want to be a martian amongst men. By God's grace, I received my degree, and from there, went to work. And yes, I found that many of the men I worked for / with were just as martian-like as I was.
Just so you know...
Architects are not team players, therefore they don't enjoy working collaboratively. And they absolutely don't like to receive criticism unless it can be backed up with a sizable helping of credential / merit. Architects aren't interested in being given zero direction whatsoever, and even worse, no one to ask for help or assistance. We typically aren't very patient, but alas, we will wait on providential surprises. We enjoy working hard, so long as we're given the affirmation we need to stay energized. And interestingly enough, the majority of that affirmation must come from inside of ourselves.
-------------------------
Now, I want to focus from here on that last sentence.
I believe the majority of us men fall prey to this, architect or not. Let's call it man's inside voice. That voice that sizes us up each and every day.
In looking back on 7th grade, my long-term fear was that Rob's inside voice would become too corrupt, too emblazoned with negativity from that point forward due to me being forced to survive for an entire school year within that setting. Hence, there would end up being too much negativity inside of me, which was toxic, for Rob to handle going forward, especially considering my parental non-supportiveness. In other words, guinea pig Rob would likely not survive / maintain his emotional sanity were he left to flounder within the chronic internal negativity as a result of that PE class setting.
-------------------------
I believe each and every man has only so much internal positivity, and that it's especially important to be cognizant of that finite resource and therefore guard it closely over the course of his lifetime. The Bible references loving your neighbor as yourself. It's the "as yourself" part that I'm referring to hear. This is why sin is so deadly to man. And I'm not only referring to the physical consequences but the emotional ones. After the deeds are done, it's the guilt and shame that literally will eat the man alive.
So what do we do as a people with this horrific truth?
1. Mock the notion of sin by repackaging it into something else entirely (normalize it).
2. Medicate our guilt with drugs and booze.
3. Self-flagellate ourselves as if we're the convicted, judge, and warden all combined.
4. Find the support needed to extinguish chronic sin issues.
-------------------------
One architect attribute I failed to mention earlier is our love to be challenged. Give an architect something hard to do, a problem to solve, a situation to endure, and he'll usually attack it head on. Any opportunity to prove ourselves is welcome indeed.
For Rob, I was faced with that back in 2012, and once I had Angie onboard (which didn't take long) with the idea of moving our family to small-town Mississippi for me to take on a new job, it was full steam ahead.
Oh, the increase in income! [It actually wasn't a whole lot.] Oh, the increase in responsibility! Oh, the challenge of the setting! And on and on. I was so excited!
But there was just one problem there, and it was identical to what I'd experienced in 7th grade. Chronic internal negativity. But this time, I was determined to discount it. To fluff it off. Or to simply endure 'till somehow the setting became (hopefully) more manageable day by day.
But it never did. It only grew worse. Until finally, I began to use porn at my desk on most days after 5 PM to medicate the intense emotional pain. And keep in mind too that those I'd reached out to for help hadn't responded (as I've written about in the past). And then I got fired.
-------------------------
That was 6 years ago, almost to the day. The institution I was employed by gave me 30 days of severance pay, and from there, I was on my own.
God had other plans for Rob's heart. He essentially rescued me from myself for I simply didn't have the insight I once had as a 7th grader!
I pray today that your well of positivity is accounted for and therefore protected with all your good intentions. At the present, I guard mine like precious jewels, consistently working to avoid people / scenarios that I might forecast / sense are potentially going to drag me into that chronic negativity realm. And this includes people who either live out their lives as emotional frauds or those who simply will not seek whatever means possible (including professional help) to get a handle on their own shit.
It may sound selfish, but it's self protection. I truly believe that it's my job alone to stave off those horrifically cruel inside voices by staying true to my own personal reactions relative to each and every setting I may encounter / be thrust into.
In closing, I find it so interesting that the Rob of age 13 had so much more wisdom / self-care than the Rob of age 41. Why is it that as we age we rank so many other things above (in importance) our own self-care / well-being?
Safe To Speak / Free From Any Questions (Including Stupid Ones)
Samson Society meetings provide a safehaven for men to be heard without fear of being questioned / reprimanded / counseled. It's the one hour of the week (depending on how many meetings you attend) when you're free to have the floor for a few precious minutes, knowing what you're choosing to articulate will be heard, processed, and respectfully considered amongst the other men present sans any follow up questions / discussion whatsoever.
Outside of that setting, it's a free for all. Which is really quite scary to consider when you think about all of the opportunities there are for each of us to ask unhelpful questions of each other.
Over the past 7 days, I've met with a number of individuals who've taken upon themselves their choosing to ask Rob stupid and therefore really hurtful questions. Now, I've certainly asked my fair share of similarly stupid questions of people over the years, and they were undoubtedly legitimate questions that had popped into my brain. But, oh, how I wished I could unask them soon thereafter!
I admit, I'm a curious guy, but despite this, some questions need never be asked out of respect for the other party.
So, how to know a non-antagonistic question from one that isn't, and what to do internally whilst dealing with the fallout of being asked a stupid, hurtful question?
Regarding the former question, there's no rule of thumb here, but I will say this. Look at your own state of mind. Closely. If you're truly in a good place where you're only considering the needs of your companion over your own self, then that's a solid indicator to proceed with your inquiry. Otherwise, be very cautious and suspicious of exactly what good (if any) might actually spring forth from your question(s).
Too, don't ever ask obvious questions or questions that are impossible to answer well no matter how smart / emotionally in tune the individual is that you're curious to ask. Those should always be off limits.
Regarding the latter question, remember your own failings and be mindful of the fact (regarding repeat stupid question offenders) that certain people find much pleasure in "stirring the pot". Make of it what you will and how you might choose to respond to these, but they do live (and lead) among-st us. And yes, one of their primary toolsets are stupid, hurtful questions to get people riled up.
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I have learned and will continue to learn so much about the importance of listening via my attendance of Samson Society meetings. That being said, I've yet to encounter a venue that reinforces how best to ask / vet quality questions, but if I find one, I'll be sure to pass it along.
Outside of that setting, it's a free for all. Which is really quite scary to consider when you think about all of the opportunities there are for each of us to ask unhelpful questions of each other.
Over the past 7 days, I've met with a number of individuals who've taken upon themselves their choosing to ask Rob stupid and therefore really hurtful questions. Now, I've certainly asked my fair share of similarly stupid questions of people over the years, and they were undoubtedly legitimate questions that had popped into my brain. But, oh, how I wished I could unask them soon thereafter!
I admit, I'm a curious guy, but despite this, some questions need never be asked out of respect for the other party.
So, how to know a non-antagonistic question from one that isn't, and what to do internally whilst dealing with the fallout of being asked a stupid, hurtful question?
Regarding the former question, there's no rule of thumb here, but I will say this. Look at your own state of mind. Closely. If you're truly in a good place where you're only considering the needs of your companion over your own self, then that's a solid indicator to proceed with your inquiry. Otherwise, be very cautious and suspicious of exactly what good (if any) might actually spring forth from your question(s).
Too, don't ever ask obvious questions or questions that are impossible to answer well no matter how smart / emotionally in tune the individual is that you're curious to ask. Those should always be off limits.
Regarding the latter question, remember your own failings and be mindful of the fact (regarding repeat stupid question offenders) that certain people find much pleasure in "stirring the pot". Make of it what you will and how you might choose to respond to these, but they do live (and lead) among-st us. And yes, one of their primary toolsets are stupid, hurtful questions to get people riled up.
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I have learned and will continue to learn so much about the importance of listening via my attendance of Samson Society meetings. That being said, I've yet to encounter a venue that reinforces how best to ask / vet quality questions, but if I find one, I'll be sure to pass it along.
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