Essay on social pressure

(From a patients totality)

When I walk, and someone makes a comment about how I shake my ass, I’ll have trouble walking; that they say I get a funny look when they mention beastiality so I have trouble with my expression; that by suggestion, my complexion, “goes red”. Then, to have a reaction: this they call, “madness”.

People are social creatures. To react to such taunts, fully human: this bears social pressure and madness.

To gather in a revival group, and convulse together: human. The choice between good and evil, ours. But to confess to police about a crime you did not commit: this is a great injustice: this is social anxiety.

In olden times, people said people hexed and cursed those they disliked. Now it would be telling a transgender woman she’s ugly, its illusion of which, only terminology differs: it’s designed to make her beauty look ugly to others. Slander is evil any way you look at it, in any society, and remains the same: social pressure.

We are akin to a mass wave, and upon it, i. But I fight for it, I do not hex and curse this ocean of ours, this society, I fight it. Tho wave after wave, person after person, succumb to social pressure and immorality.

To fight it, one becomes a target. However we say it, we each bear an impact on it. Everyone impacts me, but I’m one footprint, impacted by all in it:

Comes in, goes out, a loop of us turns the responsibility for our society, on our wave good or evil, each one of us part:

Where you headed stralia? in your car, too, g? And will you fight it, or convict the innocent, each one of us, at once humanly guilty, a totality?