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lkh_lashouts2008-01-27 12:09 pm
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Blogflog: The Little Miss Snowflake pageant continues!
Blog link: http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/01/if-only-it-had-worked.html
LKH in bold; I'm plain.
I'm glossing over all the therapy talk, because . . . well, it's not really that interesting. LKH just draws it out like someone who wants to tell a cool story at a party but doesn't really have much of a story, so they pad it with detail—that way, by the time they're done, you're so happy they're done that you may actually think what they said was important/funny/interesting.
I was somewhat surprised, though, to see LKH distinguish "artists" from "writers". A lot of writers, of both the sane and wanky variety, insist that writing is an art, and at a lot of universities and colleges, writing is in the "fine arts" category, along with drama, painting, etc.
But then again, she's all about The Science, so she probably doesn't want to give up her membership to the Soft Sciences by claiming she's an artist. She has principles, you know. The Science helps make her stories real.
My subconscious and I are apparently too tight to sepearate. That means that the veil that most people have between their waking mind and their subconscious isn't really there for me. I didn't realize that other people did it differently.
I think she's starting to write lyrics for the song portion of her Little Miss Snowflake routine. (Or would that be Little Ms. Snowflake, since she's Grand Liberated Woman? Er, Womyn. Whatever.)
Knowing I was a writer, why didn't the therepaist warn me? Because it hadn't happened with every writer she'd worked with, only a few. Apparently, even among other writers I'm the odd duck. Why doesn't that surprise?
Oh, yes, Laurell, of course. It's the therapist's fault. (Unless the therapist didn't consider you a real writer and simply wanted to fuck with your head, in which case... bring on the Harley Quinn!) Never mind the fact that most people, when undergoing a treatment of some kind, will actually look into it and learn the pros and cons, the side effects, etc. It's fodder for her Miss Little Snowflake resume. File under "Unique Powers".
Honestly, there are how many billion people on this planet? Of course there's not going to be a one-cure-fits-all for anything. Then again, what do I know? I'm just a measly human. Which is probably better than being a unique snowflake, as snowflakes have a tendency to be eaten, trampled, driven over, or pissed on by passing dogs. (And the occasional human.)
LKH in bold; I'm plain.
I'm glossing over all the therapy talk, because . . . well, it's not really that interesting. LKH just draws it out like someone who wants to tell a cool story at a party but doesn't really have much of a story, so they pad it with detail—that way, by the time they're done, you're so happy they're done that you may actually think what they said was important/funny/interesting.
I was somewhat surprised, though, to see LKH distinguish "artists" from "writers". A lot of writers, of both the sane and wanky variety, insist that writing is an art, and at a lot of universities and colleges, writing is in the "fine arts" category, along with drama, painting, etc.
But then again, she's all about The Science, so she probably doesn't want to give up her membership to the Soft Sciences by claiming she's an artist. She has principles, you know. The Science helps make her stories real.
My subconscious and I are apparently too tight to sepearate. That means that the veil that most people have between their waking mind and their subconscious isn't really there for me. I didn't realize that other people did it differently.
I think she's starting to write lyrics for the song portion of her Little Miss Snowflake routine. (Or would that be Little Ms. Snowflake, since she's Grand Liberated Woman? Er, Womyn. Whatever.)
Knowing I was a writer, why didn't the therepaist warn me? Because it hadn't happened with every writer she'd worked with, only a few. Apparently, even among other writers I'm the odd duck. Why doesn't that surprise?
Oh, yes, Laurell, of course. It's the therapist's fault. (Unless the therapist didn't consider you a real writer and simply wanted to fuck with your head, in which case... bring on the Harley Quinn!) Never mind the fact that most people, when undergoing a treatment of some kind, will actually look into it and learn the pros and cons, the side effects, etc. It's fodder for her Miss Little Snowflake resume. File under "Unique Powers".
Honestly, there are how many billion people on this planet? Of course there's not going to be a one-cure-fits-all for anything. Then again, what do I know? I'm just a measly human. Which is probably better than being a unique snowflake, as snowflakes have a tendency to be eaten, trampled, driven over, or pissed on by passing dogs. (And the occasional human.)
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How would you conduct therapy during the client's normal sleeping hours, anyways? Did the therapist give her tapes to listen to while she's asleep, or something? That could backfire horribly, considering we tend to integrate sensory information from around us into our dreams.
Your subconscious is where all the thoughts that you don't want to admit to having wind up. Writers may have more vivid imaginations (which might make phobias & delusions harder to cure or deal with), but they're not better/stronger/more self-accepting than everyone else -- or if they are, I haven't gotten the memo, and neither have all my writer-pals with serious self-esteem problems. Self-acceptance is the factor that dictates how directly you can access your subconscious -- the ability to face aspects of yourself that frighten you, the parts you're ashamed of, the parts you want to pretend don't exist.
I am not a psychologist (give me another 5 years, heh), and even a trained professional shouldn't make guesses about the mental state of someone they don't know personally, but my instinct in a general sense is that a strong, incurable phobia actually might suggest you're farther dissociated from your subconscious, because if your conscious & subconscious were closely integrated, they'd work more easily together instead of battling for control of your thoughts. (This is assuming you like working in a particularly psychoanalytic paradigm -- I don't, usually. But I do know it's a lot easier to find something external to freak out about than deal with an internal problem.)
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Completely off topic, but this reminded me of a forum I was in where I was relating a really bizarre dream that involved a black cloaked figur eon a horse riding down a waterfall after telling me some nonesense about "If you're not there at 6, jump down after me, and we'll eat chalupas" or something. A girl on the forum insisted it was all this deep darkity dark recesses of my soul and I was hiding these feelings.
I kind of laughed at her and said she might have had a point, but that wasn't really the case with this particular dream. She got offended and asked how I knew she was wrong. I told her it was because I ate Taco Bell and watched the Fellowship of the Ring before bed. Ah, I have weird dreams. :-)
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But yeah, to mangle Gandhi, "I like your Freud; I do not like your Freudians."
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...to The Godfather.
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