I got this from the director of the houston jung institute at one of
his new orleans seminars that I attended a few years ago. He said very
few people that hire him need a psychiatrist and he didn't think any
of us in the seminar needed a psychiatrist. He said, instead, "listen
to your wife or your husband and they will tell you exactly what you
need to do".
Now I don't have a wife but here is what I can gather from similar
communications what I do not have to pay any stupid psychiatrist 180 $
an hour (or whatever the # is in this market in 2008 which exactly I
am glad not to know and I hope I never have that detail of information
ever again).
get the chip off your shoulder
you don't need to have all the answers
you don't have any reason to be angry at the world so quit acting like
you are
don't disappear on me
Alas these are all fairly deep rooted personality traits at this
point. A personality is difficult to change as a matter of
evolutionary processes through millions of years of the species,
through hundreds of years of the family and society, through tens of
years of you and I. I cannot realistically hope to rid myself of these
characteristics which aggravate the people closest to me, but I try
and keep in mind that they are there and it is a good idea to buffer
them when it's feasible.
Today I looked at the google satellite of the Bob Marshall Wilderness
in Montana. About 15 years ago I was on a geology field trip on the
east edge of it and one day after class I went hiking by myself. I was
about two miles in and there was a small stream crossing the trail and
as I looked for a dry space to get across I stumbled on a perfectly
fresh grizzly paw print. It was about ten inches wide and the claw
marks were a good inch down in the mud there.
I thought about the paw print owner for around fifteen seconds before
I turned around and walked straight back to the cabin about as quickly
as I could. The wind was rustling in the trees and I imagined I saw
thirty or so grizzly bears in that two mile stretch. Thank the big
model railroader up in the sky I didn't actually see any real grizzly
bears. The imagination was quite frightful enough.
It was pretty fun zooming up the google satellite image today and
trying to decide exactly where I must have been. Maybe tomorrow I will
zoom up the house where I lost my virginity. Wherever you lose your
virginity, that's where you're from. Merle Haggard wasn't actually
born in Muskogee. That is the town where he lost his virginity.
Bukvich
