Variations on a Theme

Art by Rob Goldstein
Variations on a Theme

I’ve been on a short break from therapy.

It’s hard to question your motives and beliefs twice a week, every week.

I used last week’s rains as a reason not to go.

There are times when I want to know what it feels like just to live.

That’s not the way it’s going to be for me, not yet—and I can feel
my mind splitting open in preparation for this afternoon’s session.

When I feel low I distract myself with humor and wordplay.

I’m a big fan of Mystery Science Theater 3000 because of the wordplay.

New episodes of MST3K are in production and headed for Netflix this year.

For people who don’t know the show here’s a sample:

Great humor is timeless.

A conversation about astrology yesterday led to thoughts of the Firesign Theater so I ran a search for them on the Internet Archives.

If you’re feeling down I offer this story of ‘Genesis’ as told by the Firesign Theater.

It is an excerpt from “I Think We’re all Bozos on this Bus.”

Before the beginning, there was this turtle. And the turtle was alone. And he looked around, and he saw his neighbor, which was his mother. And he lay down on top of his neighbor, and behold! she bore him in tears an oak tree, which grew all day and then fell over — like a bridge. And lo! under the bridge there came a catfish. And he was very big. And he was walking. And he was the biggest he had seen. And so were the fiery balls of this fish, one of which is the sun, and the other, they called the moon.

Firesign Theatre

 

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America Seeks Therapy for Her PTSD: Post Trump Stress Disorder.

I’m hanging out on Twitter today.

This video is priceless:

We’re going to be Ok, maybe!

Greetings From the Loony Bin

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When my therapist advised me to check into a treatment center, all I could think of was how wonderful it would be to go somewhere restful and sleep abundantly.

It’s exhausting fighting for every second of your life.

“Treatment center” is therapist jargon for “mental hospital.” I prefer the romance of “loony bin.” It comes from the word “lunatic,” derived from “luna.” There’s something comforting in the antiquated notion that I, like vampires and werewolves, am simply the victim of changing phases of the moon.

I have an ongoing fantasy of electroshock treatments cauterizing the endless loop in my brain. No “and how does that make you feel?” for days and months and years; just a flip of a switch; current flows; I am healed.

It takes a giant leap of faith to presume that a degree and a shingle guarantee someone will possess the empathy, patience, understanding…

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Whatever will they think of me?

From Talking of incest

Talking of incest

I’ll begin with a true story. When I was about 16 years of age I went round all the shops I could think of in Stratford-Upon-Avon asking for a summer holiday job. I landed myself a job in the kitchens of a café and came home excited to tell the news. My mother was furious: “You’ve been round town begging for work. What will people think?” So as you can see, I was trained at an early age to second guess what others might think and portray a spotless image of myself. Being vulnerable, showing weakness or needs was simply not an option. Apparently. Though I’m sure the irony isn’t lost on you!

This audio is inspired in part by that story. I’m going to talk about the counter-intuitive idea that making ourselves vulnerable can help us to achieve what we want—whether it’s about improving a relationship, our work goals, or a hobby or sport.

If we’ve…

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