Indeed

Though, actually, being around negativity can be good practice at maintaining one's own relationship with Source.

It's always an immediate disconnect to acknowledge someone else's disconnection. The challenge is to see how quickly I can connect back up.

Sometimes I don't want to connect back up right away. Sometimes I'm in a "yeah, right, yeah" frame of mind in terms of how bad or ridiculous a certain situation is, so I'll readily agree with another person who is on a negative rant. But it never feels very good, so it doesn't take long before I'm back to "I've got a wonderful life", or one of my dogs is so amusing to watch, or that last Home Chef meal I had was so delicious... and then I'm back to feeling aligned with All That Is. It can happen that fast.

I was one of the most negative people in existence when I was young. Even though my mother was a "nice mom", she almost always spoke in negatives. As though life was so difficult and tiring, and in the same breath berate us for complaining about anything, as though we had no right to want a better life than what we had. She would say, "I hate so-and-so or such-and-such with a passion." She never used the word passion in association with anything positive, least of all the word love. But then, she wasn't one to use the word love, anyway.

My father sneered with ridicule at those who claimed to be "positive thinkers". So, we grew up thinking that everything is supposed to be terrible (but one should paint a plastic smile on their face, anyway), and anybody who found the good in something was an idiot.

My life was immediately better once I moved out of my parents' home at eighteen, but I was still exceedingly pragmatic, and when somebody would suggest something good, I'd make sure I let them know what was "wrong" with their solution or good feeling. I considered myself quite advanced in my acknowledgement of reality, and sincerely couldn't understand why others would speak in esoteric terms, like "hope it'll turn out well and it will" when, goddamnit, the reality of the situation was so obvious and they were so stupid for thinking something would turn out otherwise than what current reality or past history dictated.

Of course, the big joke about reality is if individuals only focused on reality, nothing new would ever be invented, because we couldn't think beyond the narrow confines of "what is". There wouldn't be any fictional stories or any art, because if there was only reality, we could only parrot back what already exists. The human race would have perished before it ever got started.

Now, the ignorance to me is actually thinking that the five physical senses is the only "sense" there is. Like, let's just wipe out the grandest, most glorious, most wonderful aspect of existence, in the name of insisting that if something isn't in physical form, then it must not exist at all.