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188 pages, Hardcover
First published December 1, 2005
Most people are constantly perpetrating little acts of violence on others, even when they don't mean to.The majority of the population of the world has an extremely ignorant conception of what they are entitled to expect from others. Those who don't understand why members of certain minority groups are so "political", others who think they envy those who can use the handicapped parking, those loud individuals who think needing trigger warnings is something to be ashamed about. It'd be less of an issue if the childhood indoctrination, the PTSD from rape, the neurodivergence and the wheelchair and the cross burning on the lawn weren't such fuel for fodder for tropes of popular fiction. Trauma is acceptable only if it has an expiration date, the assurance of a final conclusion, or makes the individual a superhero or a serial killer. No one, judging from common complaints about Beloved, wants to read about healing.
Recognizing how totally ignorant you are is the only honest way to deal with people who've been through something traumatic.Quit fooling yourself. Empathy's a biological organ like anything else, and taking the usual society-sanctioned route of lying and confining and denying will make it weak and filled with poison. So you watch TV shows filled with the offspring of murdered parents and the survivors of various cults. Big whoop. Do you ever look around your world of normality and realize what a nightmare it has been for certain segments of the population for centuries on? Do you ever take for granted that the lives in which you'd kill yourself in are still going, still breathing, still weighing the adaptations of the past against the changes of the future, still persisting for all your incomprehension and disbelief? This isn't about your pity, or your charity, or whatever you call spending more than five minutes of thought on what others must survive until they don't. This is about recognition that those voices of "affirmative action" are not new, but are simply less likely in this day and age to be suffocated at birth. This is about acknowledging how trauma is not a single event, but under various circumstances may be continually inflicted on those who, due to birth or growth or unfortunate experience, do not fit. This is for those who you wish would just lay down and die because you wouldn't have to be so uncomfortable thinking about them.
People look so beautiful when their expressions show that they know they have a future.Nothing happens if someone refrains from killing themselves. That's how life is. You don't get a prize for winning a lawsuit against a college campus for being structurally hostile to physically disabled students, or finding a method by which to fit your particular set of survival skills to capitalism, or evaluating day by day what needs to be done to make that length of rope all the less appealing. If you're lucky enough to have found a support group, or someone willing to ignore all the stereotypes of age and adulthood in order to hold your hand, great. More often than not, though, people will ignore you or give you shit for making such a fuss about requiring an individually/communally tailored breed of health that is not automatically allotted to those who cannot fend in the most able manner for themselves. You think there's anything to it other than luck and the technology that has granted my generation with the ever present label of "lazy"? You think you can throw words around like "trauma" and "surmounted" and "inspiration" around and then do nothing when your sensationalist entertainment starts bleeding into the personal physical plain of the words you use and the stereotypes you enforce and the murders you sanction? You and everyone else, apparently, so be satisfied that there's strength in going along with the crowd.
Thanks so much for seeing, the first time you met us, that even though we're like ghosts, the two of us, even though we're not supposed to exist, we are alive.There are people who find themselves living in a world that only wants them in the movies and the mystery novels and the darker entries of Wikipedia. As a rare pop cultural reference from me, I found two of the characters to much resemble those from Akira, a comic turned cartoon dealing with psychics, science, and intergenerational trauma. The difference, of course, was this work didn't expect them to have super powers, or fight in action conspiracies, or complete anything other than the simple day to day tasks required of those who want to live in a house, eat food, and drink tea. So, yes. Nothing much happens in this. Those who have excitement inflicted upon them because of their bodies and minds don't have any interest in more of it.
Sometimes I even wondered if what I was feeling was happiness.
That was unlikely, of course, but there’s nothing wrong with being a little hopeful. Who says you can’t warm your frozen limbs in the faint heat of a flicker of hope?
“But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.”This was such a soulful read and I was allured by the candor and beauty of Yoshimoto's writing. This book speaks of the awkward yet natural healing of personal traumas to large-scale ones. I was particularly drawn on the characters' way of thinking and how despite their peculiarities, I felt oddly comforted with their bluntness. This book reminds us of the brevity of our lives and that the balance between our good and terrible experiences will always be skewed, and that's okay.
Tačiau kartais pagalvodavau, ką reikėtų daryti, jeigu nuoširdžiai pamilčiau ką nors kitą, o Nakadžima tik trukdytų. Nebuvau tikra, kaip elgčiausi tokioje situacijoje. Jis man buvo labai svarbus, tas tiesa, bet abejojau, ar tai buvo galima vadinti meile.
Šiuo metu man su juo gera, todėl pernelyg rimtai apie ateities sunkumus negalvoju. Tačiau jeigu pradėtume draugauti, būtų kitas reikalas.
Ir vis dėlto kas atsitiktų, jeigu ką nors pamilusi nutraukčiau santykius su Nakadžima?
Giả thử là ngày xưa, hôm nào gặp phải chuyện không vui bên ngoài, được trở về nhà, sờ vào mèo là tôi sẽ lập tức vui vẻ trở lại. Giờ đây tôi cũng có được cảm giác ấy, tựa hồ Nakajima vừa mới trung hòa các độc tố đang cuộn lên trong tôi.
Đó không phải sự khác nhau giữa đàn ông và đàn bà, mà là sự khác nhau của chặng đường đời mỗi người trải qua
Tôi nghĩ, quan trọng nhất không phải là đấu tranh để xóa đi sự khác biệt, mà là thấu hiểu sự khác biệt và lý do tồn tại của những người khác
Con người ta dù không có ý định làm người lớn, nhưng khi bị xô đẩy và phải lựa chọn, tự nhiên người ta sẽ trưởng thành. Tôi cho rằng lựa chọn là quan trọng.