If you know what Scrapple is, you may be from the East Coast after all.
Burned scrapple is the food of the gods, or at least a minor god that no one wants to have breakfast with.
Personally, I love it. My Vooman who is from Slovakia finds the stuff to be heinous.
Well, it is heinous, but it’s a cultural thing. So what’s with you? What made you want to be a shrink, anyway? You sure have a way with words. Shooting from the hip and holster could get you in pretty deep, eh?
Excellent post, my dear (maybe it would have received more serious attention if it was posted in the psychology section?)
Aint that he truth!
Just time for a quickie… a favourite one liner:
“You don’t bring up a child by putting him (her) down.”
Thanks km,
I like your quote. Every time I go up there in Psychology I get in trouble, so I like to stay in the Mundane dungeon.
I was a natural ever since I was a kid. All of the other kids would want to talk to me about their problems. I’m one of those people that strangers come up and talk to. People seem to want to tell me personal things.
Also, I almost never lie and am fairly good at seeing patterns in things. Also, I understand logic, cause and effect, and so forth. Anyway, this makes most problems pretty easy to solve. However, that does not mean that everyone is up for the solution.
Also, I tend to enjoy helping people and have been a generous person since I was a kid. I kind of feel sympathetic pain for others when they are getting beaten in some way.
In a broad sense events such as the holocaust got me on my way as well. The whole thing was caused by perceptions and ideas that aren’t really true. Thoughts and beliefs are super powerful, but they can be changed.
I believe that the shooting from the hip bit has a lot to do with my physical size. I have never had fear of others because of that.
Bessy,
you: Much of this is due to being emotionally and verbally abused as a kid. I was told I was stupid every day of my life until (last year?) You don’t understand what that does to your psyche.
I hope that you think about supporting me when the “it’s all genetic” crowd starts up again. Being treated like crap can do funny things to a person. However, I can hold my own if you aren’t so inclined.
I liked your post. I agree that all of you got off on the wrong foot - and God knows we don’t need to dredge it all up again. But you both have so much to share - and I can tell you are kind, and you mean well, but honestly once in a while everybody says things off-the-cuff… and then you feel like the whole place goes wacky on you. See? You weren’t around when it happened to me. I came in here like a bat outa hell - and everyone thought I was a bit nuts - you missed all the fun.
I will try to see it from all points of view - and watch the impulsive posts. (mine, that is!) We are both guilty of that.
One more thing. I depise therapy. I simply cannot tell someone about my personal life if I don’t trust them, but spilling to friends and family is never the answer. Why do you think I do all my therapy here?. Any thoughts on getting over that barrier?
Off the cuff posts. I found the spelling thing to be very strange and it is!
Also, all Americans seem to hate therapy. It will phase out I think. Currently, I think that poor people here get the most therapy when it used to be the other way around!
Personally, I believe that capitalism makes westerners dislike therapy because it makes them feel as if they are in a second class position.
I wasn’t referring to the spelling mishap, but a myriad of posts from both you and psyque. I don’t give out advice to doctors, but one of you needs to let it go. It becomes this relentless pissing match - and c’mon, you are too old for that. I am not taking sides b/c you both need to just stop it.
Women apologize. Do men? [size=75]Right, I knew that.[/size] But you could try. Be the bigger person and show all the youngsters who the real man is here! New thread tomorrow:
“I apologize… I was wrong”
Actually, I was never wrong in any of the posts about anything that I was discussing insofar as the topic was concerned. He/she has no restraint.
As I told you in a PM if that individual does not start with me then I will not start with them.
“Tranquility overcomes heat.” Te-Tao Ching
Well, the least you can do is get out of the freakin’ kitchen. Right?
A monkey in the pot is worth two in the fruit shed- nameless tropical lunatic.
Yes, oh well, I’m having fun here and can certainly dance around with anyone that wants to get smart. However, if handled politely I will respond in kind; kind of.
Which was why I was surprised that your first reaction to my post was a cynical one…
bad week. nothin’ to do with you personally. I don’t know if you were talking to me or Adlerian, but the ‘bessy is a guy’ thing had absolutely nothing to do with what I said, I assure you.
I’d just like to say something about internet personas - and how though they start off as games they can quickly run away with you… I came here in Feb, as near as damnit, myself. Didn’t feel too comfortable - felt naked, esp. as all of the people I was talking to were wearing masks. I tried one name, Red Redemption - from an old comic book series I liked. Then stumbled across the avatar I currently use, and the name clicked into place. Tabula Rasa rose from the chrysallis… The quill meandering across the paper of life Now Tab started off as a fairly humble affair - a philosophic blank page for others to write some sense into. I stood with envy on the sidelines as the big boys played in the philosophy forum. And frankly felt a bit of a dumbo - still frequently do actually. Anyway - I decided if you can’t be smart - be funny. So I stopped giving a monkies about depth and backing up arguements with quotes from dead guys. (No offense dead guys). And just got on with throwing my two cents around. Then I ran into trouble.
Dr. S. kicked my ass - and forced me to learn how to construct better arguements. (Thanks Doc.) Then Psyque and Shyster tag-teamed my ass and beat me over the head with marriage - and during that arguement - the first pointed story popped up. My other favourite gun. Then the Satyr thread(s) came along, and blew up in everybody’s faces. That thread was a nightmare - I lost so much sleep that week and a half. I went from emotional high (“Take that !!!”) to raving emotional low (“how could he say that…?”). I could barely do my job. That thread taught me to not stay predictable in replying. To spot holes, to lampoon and metamorphose, as Satyr, to mirror opponents. (Thanks Satyr).
My other teachers: GCT recently taught me something of ethics, Imp’s taught me of nihilism.
Anyway - my point, Tab started off as a game, an amorphic cloud of gas on the computer. Now he’s hardened, found his feet. And come back at me. I open my mouth and Tab talks sometimes, especially down the pub with strangers. Which is bad, because Tab still thinks the world is like ILP and he’s very black and white, and doesn’t realize he’s gonna get his old master’s teeth knocked out one day. But what does he care - he can still type with a broken jaw… Can’t he…?
What’s following you?
A life led with cruise-control permanantly engaged pretty much sums me up. Bessy - do you think it is posible to be wise without undergoing all the rigors of life’s pain…? Because if not. Tab’s (knock on wood it stays that way) doomed.
Tab,
I appreciate the candor (as always) and you are right -“learning the ropes,” if you will, takes some time. You rush into ILP, look as stupid as one human being possibly could, retreat like a moron,and come back swinging from the proverbial monkey vine. What blindsided me were the alliances [size=75](pathetic Survivor Thurs-nite TV metaphor[/size]) that you form here. I’m kind of blown away with that phenomenon, and (here goes) I can start relating to those nutcases I used to scoff at for finding the love of their lives on the net … yes Tabula - I want you We Are One! ([size=75]that was before you called me a fool)[/size]
Problem: I am known far and wide in this life of mine for my candor - okay “loose lips sinking ships” would be better here - give me a few whiskeys and I’ll stand on the bar and become Aretha for ya. My mistake (just refer to original post above) is saying it all. I won’t give details, but in March, I went from sexcapades to deep orgasms to masturbation so fast here that I am sure POR has a prayer-chain started in my behalf.
I would love to post a picture of myself and my terrific family but, let’s face it, I live in the Bible Belt and this orgasm-clitoris stuff would be fodder for the local gazette and gossip-mongers. I can’t take it back now.
I liked your take on the learning curve here. But there is so much wisdom to gather from all the members at ILP. Having a forum with all forty-year- old men who “like philosophy” would be SO boring even to them. The take of an older mom, the joi de vive ( [size=75]give or take a government thread or two[/size])of a kid ready to turn sixteen, the search of the twenty-year old tryng to find his spirit, the businessman who needs more intimacy, the porn producer with a big heart, the psychologist who found that maybe he could use a little therapy , a minister of Christ, and a man who communes with the devil - we are all valuable, and are all right and good.
heart on sleeve needs readjusting - men feeling high levels of discomfort - edgy, nervous
Love you guys!
[size=75](now Ad and psyque will be up all night trying to figure out which one needs the therapy[/size])
[size=75](that was before you called me a fool) [/size]
Moi…? That was Tab, I’d never say a thing like that… He’s takin’ over !!! Help - I found a pod under me bed this mornin’ …
[size=75][Crackle… Picture blurs, resolves… A HUGE feather, weaving across the page][/size]
“THERE WILL BE ONLY [size=200]TABULA[/size]…”
[size=200]H[/size] [size=150]E[/size] [size=100]L[/size] [size=75]P[/size] [size=59]!!![/size]
TABULA in tabula-world as always. Glad you answered my gush-fest. What is wrong with me, Tab? I know what you are all thinking; the woman doesn’t like therapy? - She just needs the [size=150]WHOLE BLOODY WORLD [/size]*to listen to her.
Adlerian:
Thank you for answering my post so sincerely. I am French, but I look Italian, and I have often said that my ancestors were visiting from Italy across the border that night. I am Italian in my soul so we must go out for Philly pasta some day. And - we ALL need therapy, so I wasn’t just dissing on the “psycho”-therapists although you two are a trip-and-a-half.
somenewname:
I took it personally because I do that (you must believe me; I am truly as screwed up as I say I am… )
*“bloody” = English term.
There is a type of french that looks Italian like Louis Jordan (spelling?). The girls are cute. That’s that.