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How does your garden grow?
Unruly mind or naturist
'Stand up straight! Get your hair cut!' Somewhat different to your mum asking if you washed behind your ears or whether you changed your underwear and socks, isn't it? No, not really. While these statements might be of a time; I might imagine the 1950s Great Britain conscription, and a warm and slightly curmudgeonly mum of the same period. Yet, the intent behind them is as relevant today as it was yesterday.
In modern times having a shower every day has largely replaced the necessity for a barking sergeant-major in a parade ground and even mums today don't think about being run over by a bus and exposed as having skid marks on their underwear in an ambulance or hospital. That kind of embarrassment is so far down the list of self-respect that it has long been relegated to the scrapheap of obsolescence.
I might consider advice on keeping your garden tidy to be an amalgamation of a command for personal hygiene, and advice on how to avoid discrediting the family name. This is simply because an unkempt garden is a reflection of an unkempt mind - bit bold isn't it?. Is it, however, an heuristic that may have formed because there is a correlation between that 'weirdo's' house we had to pass on the way to school and their neglected garden? Well, I certainly was not educated by my parents, while sitting on their knees, with Ladybird books that showed someone, for example, grieving and having weeds growing in their gravel drive. Yet, we implicitly know that someone who does not care for their personal hygiene and any other aspect that is revealed to the public, is not having a great time. Of course, we probably wouldn't thrust the concept of adult misery on someone so young that they cannot yet read. No, just never mention it at all. I think it would be crass to explain that grandad has grown an untidy beard because grandma died and he has lost the will to profitably engage with the world, or that there will never be any more vegetables grown in his garden, and play there is no longer allowed.
A while ago, someone insisted that she was of sound mind and had an untended garden. I just thought, 'Methinks they do protest too much.' I didn't really give the protestation much credence.
It is, I suppose, what a garden is used for that exemplifies someone's mentality. If someone has children and the grass is never cut, is that a sign of a burgeoning resentment towards their children? I might follow with; if the parents buy a picnic table and a barbecue and the grass in the back garden is regularly cut are they demonstrating a greater predilection towards ameliorating their mental anguish by socialising with friends and neighbours than with their own offspring?
One might, in a dystopian world, imagine patrolling wardens who examine people's gardens to check for evidence of nascent destructive thoughts. i think this happens in Americaland. In any story I might write I would show someone's proclivity towards carelessness and neglect as being indicative of low self-esteem. Yet, I have a neighbour who has a thoroughly disheveled garden and a live-in girlfriend who is a school teacher. I would suggest that it is quite difficult to pretend to be ordered and presentable for long enough to trick a woman into thinking she has made a good decision in choosing her partner. Unless, of course my neighbour is a hypnotist, which to me is not much different to a narcissistic psychopath in exhibiting a need to control. Of course, my mind digresses into imagining a damsel in distress tied to railway tracks in the Wild West and a steam train approaching from around a mountaineous bend. In that scene a cowboy would have a gunfight with the evil kidnapper but I would merely exhibit as 'nuts' to my neighbours if I asked a searching question about their relationships. By extending from considering an untidy garden I may have stumbled upon an idea that exhibiting a reckless mind through unusual speech is indicative of some kind of mental aberration from a melting pot of poorly assembled heuristics and common belief that is held by the general populace. Common belief that is coloured, or tainted with fantastic scenes from box-office sensations. I am, of course, throughout all this, alluding to subscribing to a maxim that it is fine 'To seem, rather than to be'.
Who do I dress for? My long-suffering wife dripping with jewels and boyfriends? My children with lollipops and ice-cream and small electric cars they drive around the garden because it takes them too long to walk to the spinney at the furthest end of our garden, where they have a tree house larger than our nearest neighbour's bungalow? Am I wearing a tailored suit and cologne to signify to the gardeners that I am of sound mind and will remember to tell someone to pay them. Of course not! There is no long-suffering wife or spoilt children. There is no gardener. If there was any of these my own garden would be lawn with a scattering of sun-parasols and lounging friends sipping cocktails. My garden is instead given over to growing vegetables, which the marauding badgers and Muntjac deer enjoy.
I just wish my neighbour would tidy his front garden up because he scares me. He scares me because I know he judges everyone else to be lacking in sense and morality. But you know what? I think his garden is a reflection of his attitude and I suspect the neighbours who pass by think the same. His girlfriend appears normal though; how odd! Perhaps they are naturists and of course a garden open to overview from the neighbours is not consistent with their modesty and proclivities. Perhaps they need to get dressed before they do any weeding. Thier arms and legs seem to move well though.
Whoa there! Do unruly gardens reflect physical difficulties encountered by the owners? Most certainly, in many cases. But there lies the trap. If I know that someone is physically constrained and I do nothing to help them, it is demonstrative of my disrespect for others and that must surely come from disrespect for myself. If my garden is tidy and yours is not, which of us is ill?
Unruly Naturist
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[ 6 minute read ]
How does your garden grow?
Unruly mind or naturist
'Stand up straight! Get your hair cut!' Somewhat different to your mum asking if you washed behind your ears or whether you changed your underwear and socks, isn't it? No, not really. While these statements might be of a time; I might imagine the 1950s Great Britain conscription, and a warm and slightly curmudgeonly mum of the same period. Yet, the intent behind them is as relevant today as it was yesterday.
In modern times having a shower every day has largely replaced the necessity for a barking sergeant-major in a parade ground and even mums today don't think about being run over by a bus and exposed as having skid marks on their underwear in an ambulance or hospital. That kind of embarrassment is so far down the list of self-respect that it has long been relegated to the scrapheap of obsolescence.
I might consider advice on keeping your garden tidy to be an amalgamation of a command for personal hygiene, and advice on how to avoid discrediting the family name. This is simply because an unkempt garden is a reflection of an unkempt mind - bit bold isn't it?. Is it, however, an heuristic that may have formed because there is a correlation between that 'weirdo's' house we had to pass on the way to school and their neglected garden? Well, I certainly was not educated by my parents, while sitting on their knees, with Ladybird books that showed someone, for example, grieving and having weeds growing in their gravel drive. Yet, we implicitly know that someone who does not care for their personal hygiene and any other aspect that is revealed to the public, is not having a great time. Of course, we probably wouldn't thrust the concept of adult misery on someone so young that they cannot yet read. No, just never mention it at all. I think it would be crass to explain that grandad has grown an untidy beard because grandma died and he has lost the will to profitably engage with the world, or that there will never be any more vegetables grown in his garden, and play there is no longer allowed.
A while ago, someone insisted that she was of sound mind and had an untended garden. I just thought, 'Methinks they do protest too much.' I didn't really give the protestation much credence.
It is, I suppose, what a garden is used for that exemplifies someone's mentality. If someone has children and the grass is never cut, is that a sign of a burgeoning resentment towards their children? I might follow with; if the parents buy a picnic table and a barbecue and the grass in the back garden is regularly cut are they demonstrating a greater predilection towards ameliorating their mental anguish by socialising with friends and neighbours than with their own offspring?
One might, in a dystopian world, imagine patrolling wardens who examine people's gardens to check for evidence of nascent destructive thoughts. i think this happens in Americaland. In any story I might write I would show someone's proclivity towards carelessness and neglect as being indicative of low self-esteem. Yet, I have a neighbour who has a thoroughly disheveled garden and a live-in girlfriend who is a school teacher. I would suggest that it is quite difficult to pretend to be ordered and presentable for long enough to trick a woman into thinking she has made a good decision in choosing her partner. Unless, of course my neighbour is a hypnotist, which to me is not much different to a narcissistic psychopath in exhibiting a need to control. Of course, my mind digresses into imagining a damsel in distress tied to railway tracks in the Wild West and a steam train approaching from around a mountaineous bend. In that scene a cowboy would have a gunfight with the evil kidnapper but I would merely exhibit as 'nuts' to my neighbours if I asked a searching question about their relationships. By extending from considering an untidy garden I may have stumbled upon an idea that exhibiting a reckless mind through unusual speech is indicative of some kind of mental aberration from a melting pot of poorly assembled heuristics and common belief that is held by the general populace. Common belief that is coloured, or tainted with fantastic scenes from box-office sensations. I am, of course, throughout all this, alluding to subscribing to a maxim that it is fine 'To seem, rather than to be'.
Who do I dress for? My long-suffering wife dripping with jewels and boyfriends? My children with lollipops and ice-cream and small electric cars they drive around the garden because it takes them too long to walk to the spinney at the furthest end of our garden, where they have a tree house larger than our nearest neighbour's bungalow? Am I wearing a tailored suit and cologne to signify to the gardeners that I am of sound mind and will remember to tell someone to pay them. Of course not! There is no long-suffering wife or spoilt children. There is no gardener. If there was any of these my own garden would be lawn with a scattering of sun-parasols and lounging friends sipping cocktails. My garden is instead given over to growing vegetables, which the marauding badgers and Muntjac deer enjoy.
I just wish my neighbour would tidy his front garden up because he scares me. He scares me because I know he judges everyone else to be lacking in sense and morality. But you know what? I think his garden is a reflection of his attitude and I suspect the neighbours who pass by think the same. His girlfriend appears normal though; how odd! Perhaps they are naturists and of course a garden open to overview from the neighbours is not consistent with their modesty and proclivities. Perhaps they need to get dressed before they do any weeding. Thier arms and legs seem to move well though.
Whoa there! Do unruly gardens reflect physical difficulties encountered by the owners? Most certainly, in many cases. But there lies the trap. If I know that someone is physically constrained and I do nothing to help them, it is demonstrative of my disrespect for others and that must surely come from disrespect for myself. If my garden is tidy and yours is not, which of us is ill?