A numb bird. I am numb. And I was not yet a bird. Light has come again and it is cold since mother left. My brother looked out for her. He must have been as blind and broken as the rest of us in here, but he waddled rolled on the ground. He kept calling out to her. The rest of us knew or at least hoped she would come back. But not him, he would stretch out his weak featherless wings across the colder parts of the nest as if she were watching and waiting for us. Days he would run to her first and when the huge brush of air knocked us back and the weight of the nest shifted he would try to go after her. He kept his days full of bumping into us and calling out for her hungry and cold. We were all hungry but not as cold as him. Soon he got …show more content…
My new found entirety for existing. Please When you’re thatching of numb you don't wish or want or even remember anything else. You sit there in some kind of trance trying to recall the human in you. The part if you that had and needed friends. The kind of person that would smile and laugh at very inappropriate and immature things. When you’re numb you want to feel something. You want to understand why everyone around you is so fucking miserable and happy and confusing. You don't understand it, but you want to feel it. Something in you is dimming and with all your might to crawl toward it griping your last scrap of sanity as everything around you turn into nothingness. So what do you do? What do you think of yourself wasting away noises you make don’t sound they are coming from you because of this pain. The others that you can’t see but are ever in the presence of and each woman and each man smile, talk about dreams and go out to complete some developed plan while you struggle to stand. Your aching and loneliness watching the world moving on with the plans and smiles on their faces and you just want that content nothingness and numbness to stay with you so you stop wanting anything
This rhetorical strategy is called Ethos. In the second verse of “Numb”, the artist sings, “Can’t you see that you’re smothering me, / Holding to tightly, afraid to lose control?” The context at the time calls for a society trying to control changing ideals in that freedom outweighs expectations. This allows the artist to obtain trustworthiness from the younger generation that if something doesn’t change, neither will their situations. The music video continues to show all the goals she is forced to pursue but eventually she always lets down her mother.
The mind becomes poisoned when you let these feelings control personal tranquility. "For when your mind is tranquil, All your ill-thoughts simply c...
Although dying is a relevant topic for everyone, it is often avoided. However, many areas of death should be openly discussed. Dying is emotionally experienced in a similar way by many people. Kübler-Ross developed five stages of emotion that individuals who are dying experience (Berger, 2014, p. 583). First the individuals experiences denial. They then go through a period of anger, followed by bargaining, depression, and lastly acceptance. You may find yourself somewhere within these stages as well. It’s a normal aspect of dying.
Everybody wants to be accepted, yet society is not so forgiving. It bends you and changes you until you are like everyone else. Society depends on conformity and it forces it upon people. In Emerson's Self Reliance, he says "Society is a joint stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater." People are willing to sacrifice their own hopes and freedoms just to get the bread to survive. Although the society that we are living in is different than the one the Emerson's essay, the idea of fitting in still exists today. Although society and our minds make us think a certain way, we should always trust our better judgment instead of just conforming to society.
Fred Wright, Lauren's instructor for EN 132 (Life, Language, Literature), comments, "English 132 is an introduction to English studies, in which students learn about various areas in the discipline from linguistics to the study of popular culture. For the literature and literary criticism section of the course, students read a canonical work of literature and what scholars have said about the work over the years. This year, students read One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest, by Ken Kesey, a classic of American literature which dates from the 1960s counterculture. Popularized in a film version starring Jack Nicholson, which the class also watched in order to discuss film studies and adaptation, the novel became notable for its sympathetic portrayal of the mentally ill. For an essay about the novel, students were asked to choose a critical approach (such as feminist, formalist, psychological, and so forth) and interpret the novel using that approach, while also considering how their interpretation fit into the ongoing scholarly dialogue about the work. Lauren chose the challenge of applying a Marxist approach to One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest. Not only did she learn about critical approaches and how to apply one to a text, she wrote an excellent essay, which will help other readers understand the text better. In fact, if John Clark Pratt or another editor ever want to update the 1996 Viking Critical Library edition of the novel, then he or she might want to include Lauren's essay in the next edition!"
is the “Restful Place”. During this we experience strange feelings, like the feeling of falling. You
Imagine, waking up in pain knowing that your day will be spent in pain with no control over bodily functions, dependent on others for the sustainable of life, no stimulation, no means of communicating and going to sleep in the same pain you woke up in, hoping that the next day you dont wake up, and doing this each and every day until that day finally, relieving-ly and gratefully
Feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
I can’t put into words the feeling I got when our family’s close friend, Mike Kyte, who had lost his arm. I don’t know how one would be able to continue their regular lives, without a limb that he used to use every day of his life. Even after he got back from the hospital, I remember Mike telling me that his arm still hurt. And that sometimes he could feel his fingers in that arm. Of course I thought he was just joking with me, but he keep telling me this time after time. After learning that he was sincere about the pain, I started to get confused. At first, I thought that the pains where just in his head, I mean, how could one have pain in something that no longer even exists? So I researched his condition and I found out that there was a name for what he was experiencing: it was called Phantom Pains.
“Mom! I’m home!” I shouted, and ran as I saw my mum waiting on the front yard. She was crying, and I could see joy in her eyes from faraway.
I believed that the day I received the news that my Aunt Teresa was missing would be the worst day of my life. It was three days later that I found out how wrong I was. My mind was contemplating my spelling and math worksheet that I had received for homework as I walked through the front door of my home. As I entered the house, I could tell something was wrong. However, I ignored the feeling as my mother informed me that she had something she needed to tell me. Quickly setting my backpack down in my room, I scurried back into the living room to hear what my mother wanted to tell me. “They found Aunt Teresa.”, my mother informed me in a shaky voice. Spirits soaring at this information, I took in my mother’s distraught expression with the
People going through withdrawal are often seen as society as crazy people. A person experiencing withdrawal symptoms goes through unpleasant physical reactions, combined with intense drug cravings, that occur when a person abstains from a drug on which they are physically dependent. A person that is going cold-turkey from a drug like cocaine or meth, may over exaggerate their experiences because of how it is viewed in society. Society views recovering from substance abuse as the low of the low
...our body is telling you something and you have no choice but listen. You can’t listen to someone when you’re in pain or have to go to the bathroom. Just recently I had such bad shoulder pain that I was seeing stars. I thought I had slept wrong, but the pain was getting worse daily, I couldn’t turn my neck. When people tried to talk to me, I couldn’t hear what they had to say, I just wanted whoever was talking to fuck off and die. I found out I have severe arthritis in my neck. It wasn’t my shoulder at all. It’s under control now, but when I was in that kind of pain I didn’t want to talk to anyone and I didn’t want to listen to anyone.
It was January 2002. I was walking home from Newton Street School. I heard loud strikes of thunder, I saw the grayish black sky above me, and I felt my heart coming through my shirt. As we scampered home my mom looked down at me and said, “Baby you know that I love you no matter what, right?” I was just 5 years old so I was clueless to what exactly was going on. I nodded my head in uncertainty and told my mother I loved her more. Just as we arrived to my house located on Bedford Street, my mom began to cry. “Mommy what’s wrong? “ I asked. She just mourned the entire time. I followed my mother into the living room until I came across 2 large suitcases centered on the dining room floor with my favorite teddy bear sitting next to them. I began
It is the moment of silence after a hard question has been asked, whether by yourself or by others around you. Maybe no one even asked a question, but you are still contemplating something. Sometimes forcing the silence is attempted, but it becomes more strained, hard to focus on. Other times you could simply be daydreaming, frolicking in your mind palace. There may be noises around you, however, at this point your mind has blotted it out in favor for delving into itself, making all around it mute. You become entirely submerged in your mind, drowning peacefully in your contemplation. It is likely your body will go into autopilot, as this could occur during a job or chore or maybe it’s just your breathing that needs to be forgotten, as it can be the loudest sound in the silence you have made. The thoughts do not have to be too deep, or even all that important, after all, they could be plain daydreams. They are simply thoughts that have become significant to you at the moment, significant enough to block out the rest of the world. These thoughts do not noticeably affect your physical self, at least not until after you have been pulled out of them, unlike fearful