what you hate in others is what you hate about yourself

well, i never got that... because, i mean i hate the people that raped me and beat me and ive never done that. i hate the people who fucking beat me up when i was 13 cause they had to feel better about them selves....

ive never done those things. no, i hate those things about THEM. (and on a side-note, i dont really hate them, not anymore, anyways)

but recently i was thinking and realized what ANNOYS me about certain people are the things i dont like about myself. sometimes i just think "this person is complely fucking retarded because......" but then i realize i have been like that.

so i guess that's what that statement means.

 

im not sure what they mean either, i guess im conceeded but id like someone just like me only less conceeded and hotter lol.


verry sorry to hear about your past experience and glad to hear that you do not hate them, it takes amazing strength to do that.

 

thanks stiff. i couldnt hate anyone. we're all humanoids.

 

That expression, like many others...is, plainly, idiotic.

 

The thread title made me think "what is realized in general is generally realized"

 

you may have a fear of appearing idiotic to others.

 

Not really. I do not truly think that I can possibly fear such idioticy.

 

actually i live by that quote... or try..

i mean everybody is a mirror for me. i spot i got it.if im seeing someone as selfish... its usually a sign thats the behaviors im displaying...

now things like rape, being beaten are different those things just sadly happen to alot of us.it can be a cruel world.

 

Were you wanking when you typed that? hehehehe

 

There is a difference from hating someone for something they did to you and hating someone because of personality differeces. Which often is seeing something in someone about yourselves and don't like or want to admit.

 

i believe you "never got that" because the way you're putting it is not entirely accurate to begin with. first of all it isn't about hate. hate is a personal choice. the concept more accurately put is that what we find most disturbing in others is what we feel least able to control within ourselves.

so you've never fantacised gratifying your own lusts with anyone less then totaly willing to reciprocate? never found such fantasies when expressed by others the least bit erotic?

well i can see if you had been raped before ever you might ever have thougt of such things this might be possible. it just seems kind of unlikely otherwise though.

 

Actually, I usually like things in other people that are similar to things in myself. Which doesn't really make sense because there isn't much about myself that I like. Maybe it just means that I really do like my personality and I just don't know that I do.

 

liking or disliking in others what you think you see as being similar in yourself is still missing the point. it is what you see in others that you feel insecure about in yourself that sets your teeth on edge without having to conscously think about it. (often, not always but often, when you DO think conscously about it, whatever IT is, will bother you a lot less then what the subconscous recognizes but the conscous isn't looking at) (amature pshrinquology will look at a few little emotional tricks like that and maybe immagine it a cure for something. i'm making no such claim as that. only observing a well documented thing that many others have observed as well)(one of the things maslow discouvered is that many of the motivations for feelings many of his predicessors, the famous ones like fraud and adler and i forget the other early big name, took for being universal simply weren't and arn't at all, however clinicly inconvenient a realization THAT might be)

 

TheMNAX wording here now reminds me of a time as I was sitting on a chair in front of bookshelves in barnes and noble and a guy a few years older then me had to put a book in a spot slightly off to the side of me. He was moving quickly probably WIRED on the blackdeathbeans and I though "no not the ass" and he sure enough noiced my position right as I noticed my thought 'not the ass' and there he bent over and his big ass swung around in my face(I looked diagnally and upwards to find something else) for a few moments before he got the book in place then he was gone.