“I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.” ~ Oscar Wilde
“I was a little excited but mostly blorft. “Blorft” is an adjective I just made up that means ‘Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.’ I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.” ~ Tina Fey
“Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.” ~ Stephen Wright
The gem of a quote, above, is from comedian Stephen Wright. What he says there, seems to me, is the prime dynamic in psychotherapy. Yeh, mine is going fine, thanks. It is part of why I have been so friggin tired for weeks now. Way back then, after so many long weeks or whatever, we broke through and hit on something deep and powerful. It’s like having that sweet trout hit the bait, you set the hook, and then you set the rod in the rod holder, saying, “I don’t have time to reel it in. I’m too busy being a badass, stoic, crazy-loving, right attitude, kind of spiritual warrior. When that fish shows up on my dinner plate, only THEN will I get to work”. BTW, that’s not what Stoicism is about. Read Marcus Aurelius if you want to learn more. Marcus rocks. One hint: yes it means to stand straight and steady and strong, but that would kinda sorta be a good idea anyway. Capiche? Let’s just say that what I am fighting is an inner thing that has consequences in the physical body, though it is merely subjective, and that thing . . . well, I don’t want to go there right now. I ain’t into that macho-mindfulness. Nor am I into the McMindfulness stuff. These days mindfulness seems more of a maintenance tool more than anything else. Oh . . . but I was talking about the fish on the hook and not reeling it in and stuff. I have chosen to reel that sucker (I mean this word in the literal sense) in, and it turns out that is one honkin’ big fish! Thus I am tired.
I just took a break from writing to go out to sit on the deck for a while. Peaceful thing to do, right? Yeh, buddy. Anyway, another tiring thing has been to follow the national news so closely. Yet, if someone suggested I turn off the tube and read a good book I’d have to say that the national news is a good book. You know how they say that truth is stranger than fiction? Not anymore. Or one of those books where it all takes place in an alternate universe? Now we have the alternate and the original all at the same time. The Republicans, right on up to their top dog, have sat on their collectively sorry asses and effectively created a reality that you are invited to join if you agree to leave your consciousness at the door. Don’t do it. Say, did you know that they have their own TV channel? As my mother used to say; “Don’t look”. Taylor Swift ’bout nailed my perspective on the whole shit-storm:
“I love the players, and you love the game” ~ Taylor Swift
I still maintain that what these folks have created is the product of the dark side of positive thinking.
The formerly fake (I still have my doubts) rooster is crowing and it’s time for me to get moving. Movement is good. And I need more exercise. Workday, don’tcha know. I’ve had the past three days off. I feel refreshed to some degree. Whatever. They say that the future and the past are illusions. I always have had trouble with the word “illusion”. I mean, if the past and the future aren’t real, why bother with them? Or to be more obscure about my opinion on the matter — if you are so sussed-in to the present moment, why don’t you shut up for a while and let me enjoy mine? It’s a joke, bro. Just chill, k? I’m feeling playfully cranky today. As farmer Hoggett said a few times in the movie “Babe”: “That’ll do, pig. That’ll do”. Farmer Hoggett meant that as praise for a job well done, whereas I prefer my jobs medium rare.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.