Men's group

So my good friend Jon and I have been going to this men's group. The first rule of men's group? You do not talk about men's group! No betraying trust of these individuals and divulging information that they have said completely in confidence.

One of the things I learned at tonight's group was that I am fucking terrified of emotion. I can intellectualize it, talk about it, even convey how I feel in certain situations, but only after I have worked out what to say. Thank you social media, for reinforcing this terrible habit. Anyway, being confronted with emotion, raw emotion, that bare to the bones kind of shit that you can't prepare for. Just thinking about it makes me feel a bit of a pit in my stomach. I definitely need to work on being a little more adroit in my receiving of compliments. I need to retain my sangfroid, as it were ;) This most likely stems from a deep insecurity, some level of built up childhood adversity to vulnerability. Not to be too negative; in the right mood and the right mindset, I have made an enormous amount of ground in this area.

The point of this post was to post a poem that I wrote that was inspired by beautiful member of this beautiful Mankind Project, after he mentioned emotional illiteracy.


Revolution

Emotional illiteracy
Intelligence autocracy

Carefully concocted conversation
diverting.
Emphatic, facetious facade
obscuring.

I've forgotten how to read and write,
this language, this fine art.
It's time for a revolution,
a revolution of the heart.