Tuesday, February 15, 2011

You're Not Paranoid If They Really Are Trying To Steal Your Brain

My balcony looks out towards the balconies of another appartment building opposite. One of the appartments in this building has all of it's windows covered in tin-foil. Rather, the windows from at least one room. It is ambiguous as to whether it is the windows for their entire appartment. I suppose it depends on if it is a bachelor-style appartment or larger.

It makes me want to take out our telescope and try to get a better look.

Psyche

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Get Away -- Get A Good Job With More Pay

It occurs to me, once again, that I must be a bitch of a psychotherapy patient. Compared to my seasoned, white haired therapist; I know a LITTLE bit about psychology and the psychodynamic viewpoint. And I bring all of these great amounts of a little bit of knowledge into the therapy session like a child whose spine is curving under the weight of too many school books in her backpack. I want to understand, but I intellectualize too much to be emotionally present in the moment. After a lengthy session of discussing this and our recent interpersonal difficulties, I said outright, "I KNOW that I do this! I know I have this third eye looking down on us and editing my every move before I have a chance to make it so that I look smart, informed, and insightful!"

Dr. Therapist's sage-like response?

"Yeah, you should cut that out."

That is such a radical idea to me. To stop editing. To stop trying to impress. It is so radical, in fact, that I have been actively and consciously trying to do it for over 5 or 6 months now, and just realized that I'm not. I may have stopped trying to impress professors, stopped trying to manage my family of origin, stopped (at least a bit) trying to anticipate my partner's emotional responses; but I continue to try to control the therapy relationship like I'm Maria Callas' husband. You might get a great performance out of me, but ultimately I'm just going through the motions. No offence to Maria Callas, she was a passionate singer, but one has to wonder why the Caged Bird Sings.

After dissecting the issue until it fell apart, I felt better. And this week I am faced with the task of being genuinely in the moment and not over-thinking therapy. This is a challenge for someone who's background is in performance and in theatre training spent 3 months not speaking because they were learning how to read subtle-and-unconscious messages in body language. You see??? This is why I am attracted to the psychodynamic methods!

So without overthinking it too much, I think I will probably talk about having just been turned down for a research job this morning. They really wanted to hire me to work 36 hours a week for 4 months, and I can only give them 16. It's funny how I have lots of job opportunities right now for which I am now qualified, but can't take them due to time constraints. And at a time when I am wanting to leave The Org (before the layoffs). Taking a vacation is also a problem in this process. Many research assistant jobs are short-term and I have committed to going away for reading week, which is when these jobs need the applicant to be available to collect data. I need the money yet know I will sink further into twitchiness if I don't take a break in February.

Money. It's a gas...

I better get back to not overthinking it.