Now...psychologically..the parts of our body that are out of mind and sight...are said to represent the emotional and psychological nature of the person....so here you are.
You walk into a club..find the hottest little thang in there...you know what i'm talking about...the tight booty...the curviness..the ribbling...whatever...the soft skin...etc...they are the epitomy of yumminess. Now if you are so fortunate as to take them home (or have them take you home) you begin to get down with them...start to get hot and steamy...and as you are slowing working your way down...their feet are jacked up.
You all know what i'm talking about...the stubby toe...the chipped nails..the dry calloused feet that remind you of your vienna sausages and if you're really lucky...sausages topped with pudding.
Now we've been there!! hot everything and jacked up feet...could you do it? As we all know...wearing sandals is privilege...not a right (just like spandex or banana hammocks). anyways...Dr. Stephens (? from the university of missouri) would argue that the feet are the pathway to seduction...the start of sexual intimacy...why? i'm glad you questioned that last statement...for those of you who do not know...foot sense in the motor cortex of the brain are next door neighbors to the gentalia reflex and sensors in our bodies...huh? in other words...why do you think the ladies (and men) enjoy foot rubs so much? it's because it stimulates in other ways baby...look it up!
anyways..PSYCH!SENSE ...perhaps a person feet...those things furthest away from our insight and mind provide detail to the small things that they hold. Pay attention to detais...
p.s. manicures are not a privilege they are just right.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
55. What's worse?
this will be quick and easy...what's worse? psychological embarrasment or physical embarassment...the answer? well...depends on the person and the age to which we are addressing...I have found that those of an older generation find that psychological embarrasment is far worse than anything physical....but the younger cats say that phsycial embarrassment is scarier...why? becuase they feel they wear their "something" on their sleeve. There is this idea that the older you get...the more psychological you become....
Death of the hero...and birth of the soul. I make reference to this often...PSYCH!SENSE of the attributes of life and age. As we grow older...we stop caring about the physical so much when we try and work for the mental and psychological strength and power.
ideas?
Death of the hero...and birth of the soul. I make reference to this often...PSYCH!SENSE of the attributes of life and age. As we grow older...we stop caring about the physical so much when we try and work for the mental and psychological strength and power.
ideas?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
54. Being average...
The only way a medication is approved for use by the FDA is when it marginally outperforms the control. it does not have to work...it only has to work "marginally" better than the control. WTF is that? what does this mean? This means that being average is freakin awesome.
Now before I get into it...lets define average. It means neither here nor there...it means in the middle it even means you're more likely to fit into a pair of jeans.
Consider it? if you're average as we have all learned from commercial...things are more likely to work for you. You'll most likely find that pair of jeans (because manufacturers make more of them) you're most likely to respond to medications...you're most likely to marry young, divorce earlier and then get remarried again. Good times if you ask me. The problem? how do you stand out in the field of grass?
the comical...remember that the tallest blade of grass in the field of life...is always the one to get cut down first.
live on high achievers....life on!
Now before I get into it...lets define average. It means neither here nor there...it means in the middle it even means you're more likely to fit into a pair of jeans.
Consider it? if you're average as we have all learned from commercial...things are more likely to work for you. You'll most likely find that pair of jeans (because manufacturers make more of them) you're most likely to respond to medications...you're most likely to marry young, divorce earlier and then get remarried again. Good times if you ask me. The problem? how do you stand out in the field of grass?
the comical...remember that the tallest blade of grass in the field of life...is always the one to get cut down first.
live on high achievers....life on!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
53. Business suit or rags?
As I go back to the idea of stereotyping and initial reactions I came to question...Would you be more willing to accept advice from someone in a suit or someone in...well...rags? Now I hate to put it so blatant...consider if you were to walk into a doctor's office and at the helm you see a man in rags...that smells bad and looks like...yeah. anyways...I would also question how people make a connection to what people want from others. I had an interesting conversation with some people that claim that they want someone who is successful...fancy car..good suit because they konw what it is to succeed. The local barista on the other hand said that she would prefer to take the advice of a "homeless" guy becuase he most like knows exactly what got him to that place...meaning! he is more likely to steer you clear...away from the decisions he made. isn't this interesting? not that I have to say that to try and capture you into the statement...how often have we se an angel in disguise...jesus in a tortilla? help can come from all avenues if you allow your soul to join with the soul of the world. The become one with the life that we live and are part of...the next time you run into someone you think is...different...perhaps you should try and consider their different opinion.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
52. Fancy Cars?
Now as I have written about before in the tattoo rant...I question the background and rationale for fancy cars. Many take it as a sign of success...luxury...I instead question the rationale for wanting to show the world how successful you are. Is there any need and drive to show others how good you look? how fancy and sexy you have become by showing other what you're worth? I had one person once tell me, "I know you make good money...why do you drive that kind of car?"...my response was along the lines..."why does the the car I drive show the value of who i am?" what do you guys think? How much of driving a fancy car is for the sake of others?...compared to the sake of your own feelings and mental health?
Sunday, November 1, 2009
51. N.U.T.s
Hold on to your N.U.T.s!
Here's a topic men rarely discuss. Self esteem. Which is why I'm typing about it. Does that make me a man? Not really. Okay, first thought. There's a difference between insecurity and self esteem. Everyone is insecure and if they say they're not, they're really insecure. Anything someone has to announce usually means the opposite. Anyway, I don't like my nose. My grandmother used to say I have a strawberry nose and that if I sat in the bathroom squeezing it, it would get thin. I spent many hours in the dark squeezing my nose as a kid. We all have these stories. But self esteem runs deeper. It has to do with worth and how much you value yourself. Although physical features may attribute to self esteem, I think at the core it starts from childhood and how you were raised. Parents are supposed to exercise your "worth" muscle. If you were spoiled and enabled, your self esteem was hindered. Value is earned. This is why you see a lot of beautiful people with low self esteem. Or if you didn't get praised, your esteem lacked development and you end up filling that void with overtime at work, Louis Vutton handbags, or desperately trying to find the perfect partner, which means you're very lonely. Or settle, which means you're very lonely.
Quick story. When I was ten I wanted to build this model airplane. It was one of those really elaborate models that wives hated because their husbands would display them all over the living room like they were Picassos. Or maybe that was just the 80's. There were a lot of man toys in the 80's. Remember the fancy remote control cars adults would race on the weekends. Anyway, after begging my dad he finally gave me twenty bucks to buy it. I ran across the street and handed my neighbor, a miserable beer chugging racist wife beater running a hobby shop out of his garage, the cash. I don't remember him handing me the box. All I remember is the alcohol on his breath and him mumbling "no refunds". My dad looked at the model and told me there was no way I could build this. I was determined to prove him wrong. So as my dad read the Times, or maybe he was clipping his toe nails on it, I was frantically assembling a million pieces of Balsa wood. Three hours later, nothing but a pile of Popsicle sticks in my lap. My airplane looked more like a frisbee. Then to top it off my dad tells me I wasted his money. My worth was minimized that day. You get the point.
Of course, any kind of abuse where something was taken from you, parents fighting, negativity in the house, can all contribute to one's opinion of what they're worth. And childhood isn't the only thing that molds your esteem. Remember when Chad stole your skateboard everyday after school for a year, Heather called you a dorkface as you were trying to sit next to her at lunch, Erine made fun of your pecker in the locker room, and that really quick night you lost your virginity?
So why don't we talk about self esteem as adults? I think we're too busy covering it up with a career, wife, and kids. I think as men get wrapped up in what we think being a "man" is, we lose ourselves. I think instead of building esteem, we begin to cover it up. There's a thin line between riding a motorcycle because it truly excites you and you're good at it or because you're trying to prove something. No one knows except you. If it brings you worth, you are building esteem. If you're trying to be sexy, you are hiding. Sell the bike and help your son build a model plane.
Talking about our self esteem also means we have to be vulnerable, which a lot of guys aren't comfortable doing because they may feel like they're less of a "man". How many guys do you know that sit around a poker table and talk about how they can improve their self esteem?
But here's the deal. If your self esteem is low, it will be difficult for to hold on to your N.U.T.s, as Wayne M. Levine would say. N.U.T. stands for non-negotiable unalterable terms. These are non-negotiable terms that define who you are. For example, one might be "I do what I believe is in the best interest of my kids, even if they disagree". Or "I do not indulge in my addictions". "Or I will be faithful". Women aren't attracted to a man without N.U.T.s. This is because women will not trust you anymore. Once there is no trust, there is no relationship because trust is the foundations of any relationship.
How did we go from self esteem to nuts? I have no idea. I'm a notorious bird walker. But men, hold on to them and if you don't have any, grow a pair. Parents, praise your children and give them exercises that build their worth, not toys and cute clothes. And women, get some therapy. You're all fucking crazy.
Joke.
Kinda.
(...John you're awesome)
Here's a topic men rarely discuss. Self esteem. Which is why I'm typing about it. Does that make me a man? Not really. Okay, first thought. There's a difference between insecurity and self esteem. Everyone is insecure and if they say they're not, they're really insecure. Anything someone has to announce usually means the opposite. Anyway, I don't like my nose. My grandmother used to say I have a strawberry nose and that if I sat in the bathroom squeezing it, it would get thin. I spent many hours in the dark squeezing my nose as a kid. We all have these stories. But self esteem runs deeper. It has to do with worth and how much you value yourself. Although physical features may attribute to self esteem, I think at the core it starts from childhood and how you were raised. Parents are supposed to exercise your "worth" muscle. If you were spoiled and enabled, your self esteem was hindered. Value is earned. This is why you see a lot of beautiful people with low self esteem. Or if you didn't get praised, your esteem lacked development and you end up filling that void with overtime at work, Louis Vutton handbags, or desperately trying to find the perfect partner, which means you're very lonely. Or settle, which means you're very lonely.
Quick story. When I was ten I wanted to build this model airplane. It was one of those really elaborate models that wives hated because their husbands would display them all over the living room like they were Picassos. Or maybe that was just the 80's. There were a lot of man toys in the 80's. Remember the fancy remote control cars adults would race on the weekends. Anyway, after begging my dad he finally gave me twenty bucks to buy it. I ran across the street and handed my neighbor, a miserable beer chugging racist wife beater running a hobby shop out of his garage, the cash. I don't remember him handing me the box. All I remember is the alcohol on his breath and him mumbling "no refunds". My dad looked at the model and told me there was no way I could build this. I was determined to prove him wrong. So as my dad read the Times, or maybe he was clipping his toe nails on it, I was frantically assembling a million pieces of Balsa wood. Three hours later, nothing but a pile of Popsicle sticks in my lap. My airplane looked more like a frisbee. Then to top it off my dad tells me I wasted his money. My worth was minimized that day. You get the point.
Of course, any kind of abuse where something was taken from you, parents fighting, negativity in the house, can all contribute to one's opinion of what they're worth. And childhood isn't the only thing that molds your esteem. Remember when Chad stole your skateboard everyday after school for a year, Heather called you a dorkface as you were trying to sit next to her at lunch, Erine made fun of your pecker in the locker room, and that really quick night you lost your virginity?
So why don't we talk about self esteem as adults? I think we're too busy covering it up with a career, wife, and kids. I think as men get wrapped up in what we think being a "man" is, we lose ourselves. I think instead of building esteem, we begin to cover it up. There's a thin line between riding a motorcycle because it truly excites you and you're good at it or because you're trying to prove something. No one knows except you. If it brings you worth, you are building esteem. If you're trying to be sexy, you are hiding. Sell the bike and help your son build a model plane.
Talking about our self esteem also means we have to be vulnerable, which a lot of guys aren't comfortable doing because they may feel like they're less of a "man". How many guys do you know that sit around a poker table and talk about how they can improve their self esteem?
But here's the deal. If your self esteem is low, it will be difficult for to hold on to your N.U.T.s, as Wayne M. Levine would say. N.U.T. stands for non-negotiable unalterable terms. These are non-negotiable terms that define who you are. For example, one might be "I do what I believe is in the best interest of my kids, even if they disagree". Or "I do not indulge in my addictions". "Or I will be faithful". Women aren't attracted to a man without N.U.T.s. This is because women will not trust you anymore. Once there is no trust, there is no relationship because trust is the foundations of any relationship.
How did we go from self esteem to nuts? I have no idea. I'm a notorious bird walker. But men, hold on to them and if you don't have any, grow a pair. Parents, praise your children and give them exercises that build their worth, not toys and cute clothes. And women, get some therapy. You're all fucking crazy.
Joke.
Kinda.
(...John you're awesome)
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
50. Work out
Why go to therapy? Why go to try and talk about your feeligns and thoughts..."YOU'RE SO GAY...YOU'RE SO PSYCHO...YOU'RE SO STUPID" ahhhhh yes that many many responses you can recieve. I was talking to a friend of mine who is a track coach. He tells..."ya know dude...my kids are not working as hard as they can be...my best girl only ran 80 miles this week..." my response is somewhere along the lines of, "you mean...uh...WTF...80 MILES!!!...sounds like hard work to me." his response was "well I mean yeah..you have to keep working at it and working at it and working at it..."
My PSYCH!SENSE came on...
So as i've come to deduce...marathon runners...have to keep running in order to stay marathon runners...weight lifters have to keep weight lifting to stay strong...wouldn't it pass the test to state that maybe those who are mentally sane should at least be willing to talk to someone at times to stay mentally sane?
If you have to continue to stay healthy by eating right and exercising continually...it sounds about right to be willing to go to therapy (and I use this loosely because therapy can be a friend...a dog...a cat...a journal) that will allow for use to stay mentally healthy. Just my 2 cents.
My PSYCH!SENSE came on...
So as i've come to deduce...marathon runners...have to keep running in order to stay marathon runners...weight lifters have to keep weight lifting to stay strong...wouldn't it pass the test to state that maybe those who are mentally sane should at least be willing to talk to someone at times to stay mentally sane?
If you have to continue to stay healthy by eating right and exercising continually...it sounds about right to be willing to go to therapy (and I use this loosely because therapy can be a friend...a dog...a cat...a journal) that will allow for use to stay mentally healthy. Just my 2 cents.
Friday, October 23, 2009
49. Meaning of life...kinda
I often get into interesting discussions about the psychological world and where we are now. When I try and speak about the language and soul of the world I am usually thrown an awkward eye...an almost teasing glance. Many regular people get it though...it's usually the smart and most intelligent ones that don't. Funny huh? I find myself always talking to other physicians about their beliefs of meaning in life. Usually they'll ask me,
"Do you REALLY believe that meaning exists in all things?"
my response..."absolutely!...life is full of meaning..everything...from the smallest rock to the largest body of people..."
"oh come on now...how could you truly believe that? I can understand that meaning and soul in people...and I can understand how telling patient that kind of stuff will make them feel better...but seriously...rocks? things? objects?"
I love smiling and letting them vent on and on about their beliefs...
My response if usually along these lines..."Do you have a picture of your family?"
Usually they do...in their office or wallet or seomthign of the sort...
I then grab at it and start to pretend and tear it...
"HEY THATS MY PICTURE!!! THAT"S MY FAMILY...WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!?!?"
I smile and ask them..."what do you mean? to me it's simply ink on a piece of paper that has people on it that YOU recognize as family...in reality it's just ink"
hahahah...of course they take a second refuse to acknowledge it and instead start on new conversations. The fact is that we attach meaning to all things...look at wedding rings...look at pictures...look at baseball logos! the soul and meaning of things and in turn are exactly what we put into it.
"Do you REALLY believe that meaning exists in all things?"
my response..."absolutely!...life is full of meaning..everything...from the smallest rock to the largest body of people..."
"oh come on now...how could you truly believe that? I can understand that meaning and soul in people...and I can understand how telling patient that kind of stuff will make them feel better...but seriously...rocks? things? objects?"
I love smiling and letting them vent on and on about their beliefs...
My response if usually along these lines..."Do you have a picture of your family?"
Usually they do...in their office or wallet or seomthign of the sort...
I then grab at it and start to pretend and tear it...
"HEY THATS MY PICTURE!!! THAT"S MY FAMILY...WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!?!?"
I smile and ask them..."what do you mean? to me it's simply ink on a piece of paper that has people on it that YOU recognize as family...in reality it's just ink"
hahahah...of course they take a second refuse to acknowledge it and instead start on new conversations. The fact is that we attach meaning to all things...look at wedding rings...look at pictures...look at baseball logos! the soul and meaning of things and in turn are exactly what we put into it.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
48. Attraction theory
In the world there exists a natural "living" language and entity. The anima and animus. FOr the sake of simplicity...I will only about about the spirit of the anima. She is the ideal image of a woman...the perfect capitulation of what a perfection would be. As we are born the mother becomes almost like a living entity of that said spirit. She is the embodiment of the perfect image. Unforunately mother also is not perfect...she makes mistakes and it is on us to help remedy this and build ourselves up from this "disappointment." As we grow up we continue trying to find the original mother...the original anima (eventhough she is already with us) and will go to any length to try and find her. We grow up with a feeling of emptiness...a feeling of not being complete. We find ourselves strving for what we have never had. This is where bad relationships start. The power or attraction...the power of opposites...the unruling force that is the anima and attraction. How beautiful she is. The abused child will seek the abuser...the rape victim will look for a ruling male....the gender confused child will find exactly what she/he needs. This is the difficulty. Isn't it interesting how the child of a substance abuse mother will in turn to a lover with an addiciton problem.
How cyclic! how horribly sweet it is to find and strive for the exact person that you once felt was horrible and unavailable. We are trying to find the woman that is just like our mother or father...trying to find the person that will bring up back to completeness and wholeness. You must be willing to face your opposite (because you'll probably be unexplicably attracted to them)and when given the opportunity...or if you forced to take the opportunity you must be willing to spit him in the face and shove a finger in his face. Identification with that lustful and needed image does allow for a shallow connection but will fall in the long run. Be willing to hold yourself to a high level or courage and be willing to throw out all the things that you feel are right for you...yes it sucks...yes it hurts...you will try to fix your problems through them and you will try and seek the part of yourself in them but unltimately you must leanr to find a new part...build a new part...become part of a new part of yourself and others. Empty your cup...and let someone else...through someone else...in someone or something else refill it up along with your soul. Do not be seduced by the beautiful sirens of the endless ocean.
How cyclic! how horribly sweet it is to find and strive for the exact person that you once felt was horrible and unavailable. We are trying to find the woman that is just like our mother or father...trying to find the person that will bring up back to completeness and wholeness. You must be willing to face your opposite (because you'll probably be unexplicably attracted to them)and when given the opportunity...or if you forced to take the opportunity you must be willing to spit him in the face and shove a finger in his face. Identification with that lustful and needed image does allow for a shallow connection but will fall in the long run. Be willing to hold yourself to a high level or courage and be willing to throw out all the things that you feel are right for you...yes it sucks...yes it hurts...you will try to fix your problems through them and you will try and seek the part of yourself in them but unltimately you must leanr to find a new part...build a new part...become part of a new part of yourself and others. Empty your cup...and let someone else...through someone else...in someone or something else refill it up along with your soul. Do not be seduced by the beautiful sirens of the endless ocean.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
47. Timeframe
This motivation came from a reading I did a few weeks back. I have discovered that there exist 2 types of time. The real time that is held on your wrist and the psychological time that exists in our mind. The real time is decently easy...it's what we are doing in this exact moment...this exact time frame. Whereas psychological time is the time in which the past experiences we've lived and the future ones we will live exist. HUH?!! What i'm saying is that...hmm..what am I saying...if we look back at our lives...how many of us can actually say, "fuck..what was I thinking? why did I let him or her do that to me? was I really that naiive?...why did I wear that outfit?" We can look back at our past life and truly start to see our mistakes. When we look to our future we always hold some sort of idealized state of mind..."I will lose weight by going to the gym 8 times a day and eating healthy and donating....blah blah blh" that is our future psychological time. Isn't is funny how that works out? We are seemingly holding this amazing idealized/perfect time in our minds. We are enlightened as the buddha would say....we can easily see where we have gone wrong and how we can change where we are going.
But why then...why do we then fall back into bad situations and hold these horrible habits? It is because in our real time...our present time...the ego has taken control of our voice and minds. "THE WHAT!?!?!?" ...ya know...the ego. The ego will live in the moment (sometimes the past and future too..but lets not get into that) and will force us to live out our horrible feelings. It has been designed to protect us and mold our situations. It will continue to force us to move and work in it's direction without thought. This is why we are still obese and unable to stick to our plan...this is why we still hold prejudice and bias...this is why we are living the way we are.
We must learn to live in the uncomfortable...we must learn to hold ourselves to a different level of expectation and build the "mental toughness" that resiliency to overcome our hurt and pain.
Build your mental toughness.
But why then...why do we then fall back into bad situations and hold these horrible habits? It is because in our real time...our present time...the ego has taken control of our voice and minds. "THE WHAT!?!?!?" ...ya know...the ego. The ego will live in the moment (sometimes the past and future too..but lets not get into that) and will force us to live out our horrible feelings. It has been designed to protect us and mold our situations. It will continue to force us to move and work in it's direction without thought. This is why we are still obese and unable to stick to our plan...this is why we still hold prejudice and bias...this is why we are living the way we are.
We must learn to live in the uncomfortable...we must learn to hold ourselves to a different level of expectation and build the "mental toughness" that resiliency to overcome our hurt and pain.
Build your mental toughness.
Monday, October 19, 2009
46. Brilliant Kids
So working with kids, teens and adults has really given me an idea of general cognitive functions among the very wide age frames. Let me tell you about a 5 year old I have. or...allow me to let him show you how smart he is...
"Hey..uhm...why is it that my daddy likes to be treated like a baby by my mommy? ...so you're saying that when I get bigger i'll want to be treated like a baby again?...that's dumb"
"Why would we name a state after a female part?" (talking about virginia)
"Why don't kids like my age read pokemon books more?...well I figure that if 5 year old asian kids can read things like, 'Charizard battled balbasaur for the minxy cup in the finale', i'm sure that they could read things like, 'jack followed jane up a hill'....ohhhh is that why asian's are smarter than us?"
"my daddy tells me that women never change...but I always see my mom in different clothes so what's he talking about?"
"Hey..uhm...why is it that my daddy likes to be treated like a baby by my mommy? ...so you're saying that when I get bigger i'll want to be treated like a baby again?...that's dumb"
"Why would we name a state after a female part?" (talking about virginia)
"Why don't kids like my age read pokemon books more?...well I figure that if 5 year old asian kids can read things like, 'Charizard battled balbasaur for the minxy cup in the finale', i'm sure that they could read things like, 'jack followed jane up a hill'....ohhhh is that why asian's are smarter than us?"
"my daddy tells me that women never change...but I always see my mom in different clothes so what's he talking about?"
Friday, October 16, 2009
45. Coffee Shop
In my tour of San Gabriel I have come upon numerous places to eat and enjoy exploring. My run has led me to a coffee shop. tattoos....tattoos...tattoos....that's the first thing that pops up in my head. Almost the mascot of the place (no offense), ms. tattoo absolutely captures your eye. What is it about her? (see my earlier post about tattoos). PSYCH!SENSE goes off telling me the need to show the world who they feel like in a very personal way....huh? as in...the visible depiction on the body shows much of their inner work...really? interesting...anyways...isn't is amazing how everywhere in life on your Heroes Journey you find those that captulate the stereotype? She is the pinnacle "hot girl." Like in friends...the girl at the copy center that the guys go to stare at. haha. The girl in 3rd grade that all the boys would try and trip...There also is an interesting sadness in her...or....cover up for something else. maybe.
Ms. Boston. Well..how personable was she..a very sweet lady that holds a certain mix of spunk, attitude and connection. I can feel a sense of wanting to connect to others...a sense of wanting to make acquaintances and hear stories...while telling others hers as well. She must have sat with me no more than 2 times and I can easily write a book about her family, ex relationships and current situation. No ill meant towards her...she is just seemingly comfortable with who she is...or perhaps...hmmm...my PSYCH!SENSE tells me that maybe she is just happy. Perhaps her ability to openly discuss herself and her life is a measure of happiness of her current situation....I like that. One could argue that her expression of her life to a stranger would hint at personal venting...but why go there? My gut tells me that she is able to open up to others and try and make them feel comfortable because of her comfort with herself.
Mr. Hotdog. (spelling?) is a very open guy. Talks a lot about flying...such a love he has for it...to the point of having to mention it often during the course of a single conversation. Ya know...I don't have much to say about him...the couple of times i've ran into him he is able to effectively dish out information and give bits of himself in the process. He is more than willing to give you his opinion...but quite honestly he has a great personality. Where else do you find a bike riding, airplane flying, salesman who wants to open up a hot dog cart without having to build 3 sinks....then in this place. hahahah...i mean...what a wonderful description...bike riding, airplane flying, salesman who longs to own a hot dog cart. I love it. Such amazing backgrounds and stories. A special note is his connection to many others. He was the first person i met who in turn introduced me to Ms. Tattoo, Ms. A, Ms M and Ms. K.
Big C. I come in and ask for my signature bagel in a microwave...i know i know, it's weird...anyways...he goes off into a flurry and will not do it for me. instead he kinda gets grumpy and walks out the door. Good times...good impression already...but i love the first reaction i get from people...tells me a lot about who they are. He ends up sitting with me the next day and asks a series of questions one after another:
your name
your last name
what do you do
where you from
what's the length of your penis
can i have your first born
I was to say the least thrown...but i'll play the game. He ends up venting to me about a recent local that had unfortunately passed and as Big C starts to express himself he then pops his head up asks me what i'm drinking and then offers me a shot of tequila...hahahhaha...I guess i'm in.
So they all end up telling me about local restaurants and local hot spots to go and try. Suppose it's time to try them all out. I also hear along the way about many other locals from Mr. G (i will call him mr. 3rd grade b/c of a crush he's had on a girl from here), Mr/s transvestite, Ms Conrad, and uh..a copule others. Man...i'm gonna learn a lot here.
Ms. Boston. Well..how personable was she..a very sweet lady that holds a certain mix of spunk, attitude and connection. I can feel a sense of wanting to connect to others...a sense of wanting to make acquaintances and hear stories...while telling others hers as well. She must have sat with me no more than 2 times and I can easily write a book about her family, ex relationships and current situation. No ill meant towards her...she is just seemingly comfortable with who she is...or perhaps...hmmm...my PSYCH!SENSE tells me that maybe she is just happy. Perhaps her ability to openly discuss herself and her life is a measure of happiness of her current situation....I like that. One could argue that her expression of her life to a stranger would hint at personal venting...but why go there? My gut tells me that she is able to open up to others and try and make them feel comfortable because of her comfort with herself.
Mr. Hotdog. (spelling?) is a very open guy. Talks a lot about flying...such a love he has for it...to the point of having to mention it often during the course of a single conversation. Ya know...I don't have much to say about him...the couple of times i've ran into him he is able to effectively dish out information and give bits of himself in the process. He is more than willing to give you his opinion...but quite honestly he has a great personality. Where else do you find a bike riding, airplane flying, salesman who wants to open up a hot dog cart without having to build 3 sinks....then in this place. hahahah...i mean...what a wonderful description...bike riding, airplane flying, salesman who longs to own a hot dog cart. I love it. Such amazing backgrounds and stories. A special note is his connection to many others. He was the first person i met who in turn introduced me to Ms. Tattoo, Ms. A, Ms M and Ms. K.
Big C. I come in and ask for my signature bagel in a microwave...i know i know, it's weird...anyways...he goes off into a flurry and will not do it for me. instead he kinda gets grumpy and walks out the door. Good times...good impression already...but i love the first reaction i get from people...tells me a lot about who they are. He ends up sitting with me the next day and asks a series of questions one after another:
your name
your last name
what do you do
where you from
what's the length of your penis
can i have your first born
I was to say the least thrown...but i'll play the game. He ends up venting to me about a recent local that had unfortunately passed and as Big C starts to express himself he then pops his head up asks me what i'm drinking and then offers me a shot of tequila...hahahhaha...I guess i'm in.
So they all end up telling me about local restaurants and local hot spots to go and try. Suppose it's time to try them all out. I also hear along the way about many other locals from Mr. G (i will call him mr. 3rd grade b/c of a crush he's had on a girl from here), Mr/s transvestite, Ms Conrad, and uh..a copule others. Man...i'm gonna learn a lot here.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
44. Playful Adults
ya know...on my iphone i've come across a program that states that children laugh likes 400 times a day and adults about 0 - 80. That struck me. Being in the field of psychology I wonder why this is so? I've read numerous texts and transcripts but someone that truly speaks to it is a Dr. Romanyshyn from Pacifica. He tells stories that adults must take the time to play. Even my own favorite writers, Jung wrote about his own playfulness and sand tray work when depressed. Have adults forgotten how to play? We've all heared the phrase,
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things."
so Dr. Romanyshyn speaks much about taking the time to play. Letting our imagination run free and allow the interacion of our imaginations to our surrounding worlds. He will meet random people and tell them that he is an architect, or sculptor or nuclear physicist! I love it....until you get caught in a random conversation with someone who actually is a physicist....doh. This is why I find it fun to randomly play with strangers...tell them different things and enjoy life..all the while studying the reaction to various respones...."I'm a pole dancing stripper....i'm a pillow stuffer...i'm a hair fabricator..." it's amazing. Take the time to play in life...with kids...with games...with sand...with others...learn to laugh, love and enjoy the time spent in your imagination. Sure it may be lying...but that says that a 5 year old claiming to be an astronaut therefore has problems...learn to play...learn to laugh...be happy.
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things."
so Dr. Romanyshyn speaks much about taking the time to play. Letting our imagination run free and allow the interacion of our imaginations to our surrounding worlds. He will meet random people and tell them that he is an architect, or sculptor or nuclear physicist! I love it....until you get caught in a random conversation with someone who actually is a physicist....doh. This is why I find it fun to randomly play with strangers...tell them different things and enjoy life..all the while studying the reaction to various respones...."I'm a pole dancing stripper....i'm a pillow stuffer...i'm a hair fabricator..." it's amazing. Take the time to play in life...with kids...with games...with sand...with others...learn to laugh, love and enjoy the time spent in your imagination. Sure it may be lying...but that says that a 5 year old claiming to be an astronaut therefore has problems...learn to play...learn to laugh...be happy.
Friday, October 9, 2009
43. Stuffed Sandwich
Isn't amazing how we can all randomly find these connections to things and places around us. Just think about it...how many times have you really had an "ah-huh" moment when you knew you were exactly where you needed to be when you needed to be there. It's amazing...my friend gail told me about a place in san gabrield called stuffed sandwich around my bday and told me that since i like beer that that was the place to go. SO I went a few weeks later (late july) and really really enjoyed it. it was awesome. Then here i am in october moving 1 block away from the place and revisiting it again...damn good times. So i walk in with "E" and as i'm thinking about what to get sam the owner walks out. He has a massive hunched back which automatically made me want to sit up straight from fear of having the issue later in life too. He starts ragging on me and telling me about how I know nothing about beers and would joke around about not having the polish sandwich because "you're too wimpy" PSYCH!SENSE tells me that this guy has some sort of "i have to be better than you" complex in his own restaurant! for reals...i had this inklings that he needed to feel in the "i'm better than you" position. Seemed interesting.....so i argue with him back and forth and generally enjoy his company. It's great...he's funny...puts nicknames of people and laughs with others as regulars bite back at him. All fun times. Just interesting ey? it's so interesting to think that the first thing he does when he meets someone is take the crap outta them. why? showing welcome? showing dominance? what is he doing?
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
42. The Crest
So there I was on a late thursday night with absolutely nothign to do. I thought I was tired...but no...no no no I was not...instead I was craving something. Do you guys ever get those random cravings...cravings for what? ya know...cravings for anything. I found myself at this local bar called the crest which have 8 dollar steak dinners. I immediately walk in and the bar tender starts screaming at the 3 people that were in there, "HEY IT"S MY B-DAY" now of course being the random social butterfly that I am i randomly sat there and said, "let me buy you a drink" He introdcues himself to me and shakes my hand but immediately twists it to have his on top of mine...my psych! mind tells me...""dude...he needs to feel empowered and above me"" man..it stinks to have my psych!sense always tingling. So he continues screaming all night and for some reason i really couldn't figure out why he would need to like feel above me...greater than me...body language would suggest that his hand on top of mine means his need to feel better than me. Oh my...
So i'm sitting there having a randomly stella and 2 couples walk in. two white couples (i only put that down because i live in an asian community and it threw me off) they start yelling screaming and taking drinks...one of the two gals puts her head on the bar and look kinda green as she starts to hurl all over the bar and the other gal and two guys are simply laughing...interesting times...they end up buying me a random jaeger bomb and introducing themselves simply as "the regulars" Good times in san gabriel..good times.
So i'm sitting there having a randomly stella and 2 couples walk in. two white couples (i only put that down because i live in an asian community and it threw me off) they start yelling screaming and taking drinks...one of the two gals puts her head on the bar and look kinda green as she starts to hurl all over the bar and the other gal and two guys are simply laughing...interesting times...they end up buying me a random jaeger bomb and introducing themselves simply as "the regulars" Good times in san gabriel..good times.
Monday, October 5, 2009
41. Moving
Isn't moving to a new place exciting? I mean it can be...I have found myself enjoying the prospect of new locations and trying out new places but lately i have been able to really explore my new surroundings. The greatest part of all this is learning about new foods, restaurants and people. How amazing is it to study the random people that cross your path and move around you. I have been to many new restaurants and new places to try and learn. For instance...just in my area i've seen and tried new foods like: MUNG BEAN (yeah...i know WTF!?), duck tongue, pig intestine and aztec mochas. I've had the chance to hang out in new bars and lounges which I will be sure to put down on this thing soon enough.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
40. Blog update
Where have I been? well...when my last blog site died and destroyed my blogs on it...man..i was pissed. it was as if losing the first edition novel of my life...so much has changed...hearing stories at numerous clinics, private offices and public places. Meeting people and passing by others daily. I have lived with armenians, mexicans, iraqis (which funny enough reminded me of my old neighborhood), and now asians. Quite the diversity. My latest endeavor is in the city of San Gabriel. That's right I now live here in san gabriel having my motorcycle hit and knocked over and also walking out to the enchanting scent of asian food daily. Good times? I'm meeting new people and soon enough will be adding my stories of them as well.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
39. The New Blog
I've had another blog site for years...I MEAN YEARS! unfortunately it crapped out on me and suddenly the site was gone!!!! WTF!?!?! So the only ones I could put onto this guy were the ones that were kinda like...uh random unedited things that I simply would type out before posting. Anyways...welcome to the new site of "psycho-babbo" it is a stolen identity and name from someone else but it was also my own...so is it really stealing? well...that was confusing...anyways...stay tuned ladies and gentlemen...stay tuned
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
38. I'm the rebound?
So as I've been making my rounds with the plethora of both 4 year old Rx addicts and 88 year old pyromaniacs...i've found myself in the presence of those that have had a loooooong history of mental disorder. Some longer than I've been alive have been in the mental health system for so long that I KNOW they could create licensing exams for us mental health peeps...I know in fact that many of them can read right through some of their own therapists...so interesting. Anyways, as i'm making my rounds (like i said earlier) i've found a teenager that tells me, "hey andrew...you're my third therapist in like..3 years." and of course my response is somewhere around, "so how does that make you feel."....his response was, "well...so far...you're not that good...my last therapist in the two sessions we initially had knew who I was, my life and everything...he was so great...he made me feel so good, he challenged me, he pushed me, he motivated me..."blah blah blah blah..So feelign a bit insulted I ask him, "oh...then why did it end?" and his response, "well it was time I moved on from him....it was just time...now here you are andrew and i think my last therapist was way better."Damn jerk off little prick...ugh! haha..i'm the rebound...ofcourse my thoughts are just running around right now..."was he better at diagnosing you? could he make you feel like I can? can't you just try and like me? why is it so quiet in session maybe i should break the ice..." hahhahahah i'm such the rebound...it's like going on an awkward first date as they tell you all about their last b/f and how you'll never be as good as they were...hahah....I think I should start a support group for therapists that are just the rebound therapists...
Monday, April 13, 2009
37. Real psychotherapy
Soo...I have a new job. "what!?!?!....you andrew...new job?" Yes everyone that is right...new job. Well..to be specific...same position (psychotherapist) but new clinic. (Although this blog seems very uh...stressful and tiring, readers please note that I wrote this whole thing smiling because as I look back on my new position- it's all going to be okay.)Sooo...i've been there for about...hmm...in total. 5 days including today. Yeah...in 5 days i've had the clinic drop 26 patients on me...train me on 10 hours of department of mental health paperwork bullcrap...which quite honestly has to be the crappiest crap that has ever crapped...been yelled at by a supervisor...been told that my patient notes suck...and worse of all...had 3 patients commit suicide on me already!!! hahha...ya know. Sometimes those decisions you make...well...aren't always the best decisions. I'm working with them all..children (my youngest is 4)...WHY THE HELL DOES A 4 YEAR OLD NEED THERAPY AND MEDS???!!? my oldest patient is 68 and he has had schizophrenia for about..uh...40 something years...man....that's a long time. He takes more medications than I have fingers...geez...The irony? Those three patients that committed suicide..yeah...apparently they told me that I was the best therapist, funniest and most personable one they've ever met or had, right after the 1st session with me. WTF!?!?! So i took that as good and bad. Good because at least I know i build rapport well...bad because well..maybe i cheered them up so much that they were able to have the energy and courage enough to off themselves. WTF!!?!? sigh...It's been an interesting time for change...an interesting period in life right now...lots of changes...lots of ...hmm...different experiences and such. These curve balls that life throws are so very very interesting. I have an office and even a window but guess what? I don't use it...i'm supposed to be out in their homes, or school, or psychiatric hospitals doing...well..I don't know...whatever I want...to be specific my supervisor tells me, "You can do any orientation and theoretical intervention you want Andrew..play therapy, narrative, sandplay, cognitive behavioral...anything...just make sure that when you write patient notes you don't put any of that stuff down"hahah...geez...good times.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
36. Old guys rule
So last night I head out to Riverside to hang out with a really old friend of mine. We do the usual stuff...eat, drink and basically chill out. It was really nice to actually go out and...well...take a break from all the crap that's happened lately...no need to get into that. In response to my last blog about old men in gyms his response was, "well dude, old guys also walk around because well...they don't give a damn either..." I mean i hear him..i'm sure no one is going to up to them and say, "hey pops put the elephant trunk away ya know.."So anyways...we get up this morning and go to the driving range...now mind you, i've never ever done that before and thought...psh...no problem. Golf is hard.Dammit..I could barely get the ball spitting distance let alone 200 yards like my bud..well anyways...in the end this old man walks up..sets his feet...tests his stick and slams the hell outta it...holy crap I mean one after the other it was simply perfect....SIMPLY PERFECT! So he looks over at my me and my bud and says, "let me give you some tips."HA! this guy starts telling us how we're too stiff...to stuck...trying to over power it...trying to muscle it too much and all kinds of stuff...we're not relaxing enough, we're comparing oursevles to others, we're trying to outswing the neighbor...in the end he destroyed our hopes of golf...the sense I got?Learn to work your stick and you'll hit it far...hehe...damn old men using their sticks well.Old Guys Rule
Friday, March 20, 2009
35. Letting it all hang out
Allow me to give some credit to a co-worker of mine that helped me formulate this thought.So...I've spent soooo much time in the gym lately...running, weights, taking up basketball, swimming...well really anything. I've found it to be the only way to deal with stuff going on. Anyways, as i've spent more time there I came to an interesting observation. As I shower and change back into regular clothes I find myself walking from the shower to my locker in the gym wearing a towel. WHY? I mean i've been stripping and showering with hundreds of guys in the Marine Corps so why bother? Well I do it because although I may be used to it...others may not be. I have to respect their own privacy and their feelings as well (which in itself is a debatable thing...) Anyways...WHY THE HELL DO OLD, SAGGY MEN WALK AROUND NUDE?!?!!??!and it's not that they're doing it...but they're doing it because they walk around with the air of..."Check me out gents...i still got it"....i can only cringe sometimes...man...I mean they're in great shape and hey more power to them since I can only pray i can look good walking around naked at age 98...haha...Man do they got balls.....hahahahahah literally.
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