We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Excellent connection, Jephnol. You are right. I go a little further in extending the sentiment to the love-lost suffering shrink and her mentor who used doublespeak and reverse psychology on her instead of saying: 'Do the right thing.' Shrinks aren't taught to ponder personal dilemmas like that. They take an oath to relinquish a patient with whom they have a conflict. They don't write a smarmy opus about what to do, what to do, much less feel the need to consult a mentor. If they are worthy of the profession, they know what to do. I don't care how human nature plays into this situation: Do the right thing. Anything else is abuse of the office. Losers all.
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And more so the post above this once concerning Brit dignity and decorum which could apply to a similar degree to the US many years past.
In my renewed interest in beating a dead horse, that shrink post continues to annoy on a level that doesn't directly relate to shrinks. Something you said here Meta (not sure what) caused me to go back and re-read a part of that post and this quote (which I had previously quoted) jumped out at me:
"I would not have come for therapy if it had been anyone else but you"
If this guy had never seen that shrink before starting therapy and they didn't know each other before that, how does this sentence even make sense? I think shrink-girl made the whole damn thing up as some sort of fantasy. Ah, let it go KRW, let it go...
That sentence jumped out at me, too, straightaway - for the reason you state. The whole thing seemed made-up and so damn puerile that I might have believed it had I not read the I'd-rather-be-a-romance-fiction-writer-than-a-shrink swill. Too much needless detail, too much hyperbole, too much cheap twaddle.
Funny - it has annoyed me since I read it, too. I suppose it's because we expect those who endeavor to fix our minds to be above this kind of tabloid histrionics.
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Yeah, did you also notice some writer named "Brenda" something used a late post to plug her (likely) shrink-centered novel. Gee, it'd be so swell to have time to write a novel and so way-cool to be connected to the right people to get it in the publishing pipeline, but alas the world needs us morlocks to feed the elois. I just wanna know where are all these eloi barbecues I've been missing...damn, there it is again, let it go...
I'm so appalled I'm going to have to go to a shrink. Look what the swill dragged in....
Eventually, she felt she had to move away to break free--I can't get too specific--and when he heard she was going he said "I didn't know my love was so hard to bear." My new novel Vienna Triangle is filled with examples of transference and counter-transference leading to a tragic result.
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hahahaha......... "I can't get too specific.." but if you read my book the VIENNA TRIANGLE, you'll find out why.
"I didn't know my love was so hard to bear." ? I think that's a musing from Cathy about Heathcliff.... the dastardly one with windswept hair and melancholia laced with grouchiness.
Brenda needs to pick a more romantic, alliterative name. I see 'Brenda' and I want to rock around the Christmas tree.
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I didn't know that Cathy even knew Heathcliff existed. I mean he being a cat and she being a nose-less frump they're not even the same species let alone the same comic strip...Oh, Bronte...nevermind...My chic-lit stops at Austen and even there I'm often told I read it the wrong way.