had a thought yesterday, well it, some workings of the bulb on my shoulders came to the fore, out of the background tasks for a look, probably after watching Australian Story.
anyway the thought delivered in words went the living can be smug about not being dead, which was sort of a joke with a dark truth.
then there were exceptions being perhaps seriously depressed/miserable people, and ill people…
then oddly the word smug completely vanished from my memory and vocabulary and I was unable to reformulate the sentence as I did for two days until I searched for words with the idea in it, and synonyms. It required quite an effort.
Since i’ve written the word down.
back to the dark edge in the joke, and of psychological necessities related….
how much smug do you tolerate in yourself?
and what part does it play in the influence of culture? Whatever internalized, license etc.