Revulsion is strange, and when it happens even stranger. The world stops and time stands still. Whether thing or person, it discards the mundane, and seizes the surreal, magnifying the moment beyond the actual.
Without doubt, we’ve all experienced hypersensitive episodes, whether triggered by an unsightly event or by a chance encounter with someone we’d rather forget. It arrives when we least expect it. A routine visit to a grocery store turns into a loathing awkward instant when a certain someone appears. An ordinary day turns into a macabre experience when a bomb detonates killing innocent people attending a concert. Mere seconds double for eternity as we confront revulsion face to face.
Revulsion is that which makes the stomach turn. When we revile something, we denounce it; we castigate it, and we admonish it. Evil is it’s’ root, sometimes loud, but more than naught subtle in nature. It has the subtlety of the serpent that tempted Eve with the apple, as the Bible says, and it’s that subtlety that lies at the heart of revulsion.
If consistency is the hallmark of character, then it’s the subtleties of character that speak to the face behind the mask. A phony is not discovered lightly (see The Phony: A Riddle Unto Itself…) were it not for the consistent nuances that give light to the dark corners of a revolting personality. We humans are a forgiving lot and earnestly practice a “benefit of the doubt” philosophy, to which I’m eternally striving to learn the unmitigated meaning thereof. Perhaps it’s an alliteration of the “fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me” syndrome, to which many goodhearted people perpetually fall victim to.
Knowingly, revulsion is not an enjoyable feeling to harbor, but once let loose, its foundation is more than understandable. Numerous negative experiences are at its root, and it’s as if an alarm rings, awakening the soul to the dangers that lie before. It’s the Godsend warning to pay heed, lest we fall victim yet again. And once awoken, there’s no turning back.
For those that feel the brunt of our revulsion, and make no mistake that they do, the realization sets in that their “gig is up.” Their deceit, manipulation and lies no longer have the desired effect they once had, and with that they disappear into the black hole whence they come. Even Houdini would be proud of their masterful disappearance. Their “number” discovered they make themselves scarce, that is, until their next victim crosses their path.
There’s a reason we experience revulsion and it’s more than meets the eye. It’s not just the loathing, disgust and contempt we feel, but it’s coming to terms with a truth, a hard truth, but a truth nonetheless. It’s the truth that something or someone isn’t what we perceived, and it’s the recognition that a reality is an illusion or, more poignantly, a fraud. It is relief and lost hope coupled in one. On the one hand glad for the liberation from an untruth, on the other saddened for a loss of belief.
Yes, that’s revulsion when it happens…
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