Emotional Vulnerability Theory

Emotional Vulnerability Theory

On November 27th, 2020 at 7:43 a.m. I created a theory about whether or not people are capable of emotional vulnerability.

Back in ancient times, women were expected to maintain their household and children. Society demanded that men went to war and hunted for food. From this information, I concluded that being capable of emotional vulnerability depended on your society and their expectations for your sex. An emotionally vulnerable person to me is someone who can feel any emotion (depression, anger, jealousy, etc.) and then communicate that emotion to others without fear of judgment.

Historically, men expected to partake in war and hunting. That made them less capable of emotional vulnerability. The reason being, war and hunting both require one thing: being able to kill. Killing another being demands that you disregard your humanity. To become proficient at killing, an individual disregards any feelings of remorse. From this, it was reasonable that men could not allow themselves to be emotionally vulnerable because experiencing the vulnerability of any kind made them appear weak or incapable. With war, sadness, anger, and remorse were an experience. Since being sad and remorseful were and are considered signs of weakness, men turn and have turned to anger. Being angry meant that you were strong and capable of slaughtering an entire army. Men were strong, hardworking husbands and fathers. Men repressed feelings of sadness and remorse regarding their actions. And so that was what they did.

The emotional vulnerability of women fluctuated throughout history. In some societies, they expected women to be reserved. Due to this standard, women in these societies repressed their emotions. Other women were allowed to express themselves, so they felt anger, sadness, etc. Women expected to tend to children and the household. Women were supposed to be loving mothers and wives. Because of this, women allowed themselves to feel and experience sadness. Being sad was not a sign of weakness, it was another emotion that got felt. 

If the roles of the two were reversed, with men being the caretakers and women the providers, history would have unfolded still. Wars. Empires and kingdoms and territories and tribes. Agriculture. Children. Education. Cultural exchange. Science and mathematics. Men would have struggled for their rights like women did and currently are. Sex has nothing to do with anything. Vaginas and penises are only sex organs. Because you are biologically male, you do not have to repress your emotions. Because you are biologically female, you do not have to take care of your household. There was a choice here, and it cannot depend on your biological sex. It should depend on you and what you want to do. Do you want to be emotionally vulnerable? Okay, cool. Do you not want to be emotionally vulnerable? Okay, cool. As long as this was what you wanted, then others should respect your decision.

Aside from societal expectations, there is a multitude of factors that could influence the capability of emotional vulnerability. Some important things to consider are an individual's childhood, mental health, school life, friends, morals, etc. Let me emphasize again how sex is not a contributing factor to someone's emotional capability. 

Here’s an articulated version of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s “We Should All Be Feminists”:  https://ameforeignpolicy.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/we-should-all-be-feminists.pdf

What Placements To Check For Various Zodiac Posts

Always check your Sun sign.

Check your Moon sign for any post that involves habits, immediate reactions, unconscious or involuntary actions, and immediate feelings.

Check your Mercury sign for any post that involves speaking, the mind and thoughts, school/learning, handwriting, hobbies, and behavior around friends.

Check your Venus sign for any post that involves relationships (that includes friends), expression of affection, fashion, colors, aesthetics, art, and love.

Check your Mars sign for any post that involves sex, arguments/fights, ambitions, passions, art, anger, hobbies, and sports.

Check your Jupiter sign for any post that involves good luck, generosity, morals, your career, school/learning, money, and growth.

Check your Saturn sign for any post that involves responsibilities, obligations, limits and boundaries, patience, discipline, bad luck, fear, and wisdom.

Check your Uranus sign for any post that involves rebellion, innovation, new ideas, originality, awareness, discovery, liberation, and technology.

Check your Neptune sign for any post that involves imagination, inspiration, music, compassion, acceptance, and atonement.

Check your Pluto sign for any post that involves power, transformation, cleansing, vulnerability, secrets, mystery, and forgiveness.

Check your Ascendant (1st house) sign for any post that involves first impressions, conscious actions and efforts, and general behavior.

Check your Midheaven (10th house) sign for any post that involves passions, art, inspiration, career, school/learning, ambitions, and appearance.

The Game

Streetlamps flickered, creating shadows that were and weren't there. The air was fresh against your skin. The moon shined and the clouds hid the twinkling stars. You, a lone soul, walked the city at night.

Whether it was the midnight or the evening shift, you were better acquainted with the likes of the moon than the sun. That lonesome night, you strolled your way home from another shift at the ER.

It was a brutal one.

An older woman had nails lodged in her fingers from a nail gun mishap. A young teenage boy had been hysterical by her side. Presumably, he was the cause of the nail gun mishap. A middle-aged couple had been throwing up blood. That was a fun sight to see! One little girl had gotten a throwing dart to the eye. She was looking forward to wearing an eye patch at school.

Consoling people was the most exhausting part of being an ER nurse.

You wanted to go home.

For some odd reason, the trek home was taking even longer than usual. Maybe you had accidentally taken a wrong turn? With the light being scarce, it was hard to tell.

You pulled your phone out of your work bag, hoping to get a sense of where the hell you were.

As soon as you clicked it on, there was a notification filling up the screen.

It read: DO YOU WANT TO PLAY?

There were two options below, yes and no.

You'd seen enough horror movies to know better. Not to mention, you didn't have the time nor the patience for this bullshit. So you didn't press anything at all.

After all, you had a cat named Hangry to feed at home.

You put your phone away, just for another screen to pop up in front of you.

"IF YOU WANNA GO HOME Y/N, YOU'D BETTER COME PLAY!"

The same yes and no options flashed below. This shit was cursed!

You scrambled backward, only for another screen to appear.

And another. And another. And another!

"What the fuck, stop!"

The screens engulfed you with their angry flashes.

You tightly shut your eyes as they pressed against you. You were falling, and as you opened your eyes, you saw that you had accidentally hit the "yes" option.

The mob of screens disappeared and were replaced with colors. You were baffled.

A new window said, "YOUR GAME WILL BEGIN MOMENTARILY."

Then an automated voice spoke, "Your game will begin in ten..."

The colors flickered all around you like lightning.

"Nine..."

You felt the nausea of the middle-aged couple coming on.

"Eight..."

Were the stories true?

"Seven..."

Were you going to die?

"Six..."

The colors picked up the pace, blinding you.

"Five..."

Were you going to die? Like the others before you?

"Four..."

You refused to believe it.

"Three..."

All you wanted was to go home and sleep!

"Two..."

However, this was THE GAME.

"One!"

And you intended to win.

Even if it was only so Hangry the Cat could eat!

~Zodiac Opposites as Lana Del Rey Songs~

Aries and Libra: Video Games

Taurus and Scorpio: Freak

Gemini and Sagittarius: Off to the Races

Cancer and Capricorn: You Can Be The Boss

Leo and Aquarius: Carmen 

Virgo and Pisces: Dark Paradise 

Sloth

Some call me careless, 

They say I lack finesse. 

I have just never had that urge,

To be the very best. 

They call me half-hearted, 

But I don’t have a heart at all. 

Perhaps I should mention, 

That being judgmental, 

Will be their downfall. 

In the end of ends, 

How they were in life, 

Will determine where they’ll be sent. 

But strewn out upon my bed, 

Is where I prefer to lay instead. 

I’m not unwilling to act, 

But I’m not hellbent, 

On proving myself to anyone. 

All in all, 

I’m simply fucking done. 

As I’m about to close my eyes and rest, 

Someone comes knocking upon my door. 

Who it is, 

I couldn’t begin to guess. 

Silence. 

Ah, maybe I am blessed. 

I shut my eyes once again, 

Then more knocking began. 

Irritation, 

Got the better of me. 

All I desired, 

Was for this person to leave me be. 

If I was rude enough, 

Hopefully they would flee. 

I slammed open the door, 

And just beyond the threshold, 

Was the person of my dreams. 

Someone that I need. 

The only person I ever wanted to see. 

If only, 

My half-assed attempts to woo them would succeed. 

My love was taken by another, 

So why were they here? 

As it turns out, 

Their relationship’s end was near. 

Their dear had abruptly disappeared. 

What should come next, 

Was crystal clear. 

My love needed a place to stay, 

But I struggled to keep my mind at bay. 

The way they nervously bit their lip, 

The way their body glistened and dripped. 

Oh, 

Was this some god-awful trick? 

Then, 

Their lips pressed against mine. 

Desire and flames dancing in their eyes. 

Pushing me down upon our bed, 

The things that followed best remain unsaid. 

It’s funny how my love sought refuge from me, 

When I was the one who rendered their loved one, 

Beheaded and shredded, 

But above all else, 

Dead. 

- (d.n.k) 

Pride Greed Envy Wrath Lust Gluttony Sloth

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