07-06-2007, 12:00 AM
One thing I've noticed about the flier's hostile reaction is that it always hints at being out of proportion to the event. That seems to be its hallmark.
I'm going to make it a point to pay more attention as I go around and notice these little funny things people say.
They really have us in their grips as a culture. Culture is thier favorite mileu where the most subtle bondage can be acheived on numerous levels.
Quote:their foreign installation quite aware of your absence of one.~Wolf
This is amazing this statement of yours. It describes a phenomenon that has been happening since I began losing my human form about 6+ years ago..
You may remember me commenting about how people in public venues will sometimes snap around and glare at me, my not having said a word? Also the reaction of very young children stopping to beam at me? The children are without fliers at such a tender age and the adults are.
One time in particular I turned just to glance at a younger man (twenties) in a store. He wasn't acting strangely up to that point but for some reason I was compelled to briefly scan him. At that point he became extremely agitated and literally yelled at me "what the hell are you looking at"?; (it was just a brief sidelong glance I gave him, like you would give anyone standing next to you). Uncharacteristically I remained very calm in my reply. This only agitated him further and he whipped his head away as I made eye contact and pulled his hat way down over his eyes. He was fidgeting and very very agitated as we stood together in line. And still I remained calm, collected and sober. The clerk was looking at both of us like she'd just witnessed the most absurd thing in her life. She gave me this look like "yeah, we get the crazies in here all the time".
As he left the store he seemed to be rattled beyond words. He kept shooting backwards angry glances at me as if to see if he could intimidate me into fear. I still kept a Mona Lisa smile in his direction and continued to calmly scan him. He whipped around towards his car in a final act of disgusted impotent agitation and sped off somewhere. Somewhere in my gut I felt like he wasn't real somehow...like he was a character placed in front of me. I know that sounds grandiose but that's the impression I got. Almost like he was a skinwalker or a shadow being. Perhaps the flier influence was so strong in him that all I saw was non-human energy superimposed over a very weakened shell of what was once human?
"The Reality Is That You Will Die. The Uncertainty Is What Will Happen After That.."
I'm going to make it a point to pay more attention as I go around and notice these little funny things people say.
They really have us in their grips as a culture. Culture is thier favorite mileu where the most subtle bondage can be acheived on numerous levels.
Quote:their foreign installation quite aware of your absence of one.~Wolf
This is amazing this statement of yours. It describes a phenomenon that has been happening since I began losing my human form about 6+ years ago..
You may remember me commenting about how people in public venues will sometimes snap around and glare at me, my not having said a word? Also the reaction of very young children stopping to beam at me? The children are without fliers at such a tender age and the adults are.
One time in particular I turned just to glance at a younger man (twenties) in a store. He wasn't acting strangely up to that point but for some reason I was compelled to briefly scan him. At that point he became extremely agitated and literally yelled at me "what the hell are you looking at"?; (it was just a brief sidelong glance I gave him, like you would give anyone standing next to you). Uncharacteristically I remained very calm in my reply. This only agitated him further and he whipped his head away as I made eye contact and pulled his hat way down over his eyes. He was fidgeting and very very agitated as we stood together in line. And still I remained calm, collected and sober. The clerk was looking at both of us like she'd just witnessed the most absurd thing in her life. She gave me this look like "yeah, we get the crazies in here all the time".
As he left the store he seemed to be rattled beyond words. He kept shooting backwards angry glances at me as if to see if he could intimidate me into fear. I still kept a Mona Lisa smile in his direction and continued to calmly scan him. He whipped around towards his car in a final act of disgusted impotent agitation and sped off somewhere. Somewhere in my gut I felt like he wasn't real somehow...like he was a character placed in front of me. I know that sounds grandiose but that's the impression I got. Almost like he was a skinwalker or a shadow being. Perhaps the flier influence was so strong in him that all I saw was non-human energy superimposed over a very weakened shell of what was once human?
"The Reality Is That You Will Die. The Uncertainty Is What Will Happen After That.."