Noticing my old College Friends on Facebook

Here are some quotes from facebook where people who I don’t know put comments on my old college friend’s ‘wall’. I think they speak for themselves. Better get a pillow as this will certainly put you to sleep.

 

things seem to be moving along really well! glad to see you getting into the work! fun, fun!” (male)

“tee hee! love the small town fair too!” (female)

“How did it go? I went to a yoga class on Sunday for the first time in many months (Anne goes more frequently). I was certainly sore the next day.” (male)

“I’m reading Divisadero by Michael Ondaatje right now and loving it. You could also read that new Davis Sedaris book?” (female)

“Thanks for checking. I’m okay. Last night was horrible. I have some viral stomach thing and was in so much pain I had to go to the ER. I hope the worst is over. I’ve been in bed for the past 3 days facebooking :) ” (female)

“Hey Name, so nice to see you. You know, in all my memories of Our College, I don’t think there was anyone who was better at getting me to smile or laugh. How come I suspect that you’re still having that effect on everyone around you? I’m back in grad school now, working towards a new career as a counselor for adolescents. It’s sort of like a dream come true, leaving the corporate world behind and following my heart. Anyway, I’ll tell you more about it in an email soon, and really look forward to hearing more of where life has taken you. Take it easy, and I look forward to getting the scoop. –Douchebag” (male)

“Obama’s my man. Does that make Michelle my woman or my man’s woman? That sounds wrong.” (complete nunce, sex not important apparently)

“I’m with you!!
I think both my girls(15 and 17) and I will be coming to your next training!! cool!!
We’ll probably go to (boring place).. but no new nose piercings!! “ (female, retard. Poor kids)

“All in all we were pretty lucky. I have friends within a mile of our house who haven’t had power since Thursday. We only lost a combined 6 hours overall. The pine trees around our driveway, however, were not kind to our cars. Scott’s front windshield got cracked (hooray! Insurance covers), and my back side window was completely knocked out (not covered – hissss). We had three days off, which was nice – especially since nothing happened on Wednesday. Thank you for asking! I’ve loved your postcards. When do you start back to school” (fucking boring retard female)

“beautiful. love your sign-off.
One question: did Virginia MEAN to break the mirrors?” (female, making an in joke. see how it would only mean something to you if you were THERE. Wow.)

(douchebag) is wondering if she should take down the “Boycott the olympics… free Tibet” poster she has on her window in light of watching every second of the games…” (female, lawyer)

“Hey lady! Sorry it’s taken me awhile to answer…I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be here on the 21st. I will. I would love to hang out with you. I’m at DJ & KB’s now but if you need a place to stay, you can always stay here with me. Scotland was incredible. I sent you pictures today. I love you muchly. Talk to you soon.” (rare decent person, female)

…………………………..

 

Well, that is it for now. Facebook brings out the FAKER in people apparently. I have grown to loathe nearly everyone I used to know unless I purposefully fuck with thier facebook. People left to their own devices seem to bullshit each other incessently. Well, fuck ‘em!

Published in: on August 31, 2008 at 6:42 am Leave a Comment

Marlena on the Wall

“I’m fighting things I cannot see,

I think its called my destiny,

that I am changing, changing,

Marlena on the wall…”

-Suzanne Vega

 

This line pops into my head from time to time, though I have not heard the song in many years. Today, after reading more of Beck’s “Cognitive Therapy and the Emotional Disorders” (1979), and after having had a really good conversation with my therapist, the line came to me again. I was thinking about the concept of a self-story, or schema. Such a story is much more than a self-image. It can be thought of as a combination of a “working model” (ie paradigm, internalized model of reality and all within it), undisturbed (and unchallenged) self-concept and self-image, and a story of struggle that places the past, present, and future in context of the above.

The story seems central to me. Its everywhere. What I mean by this is that the concept of a story or schema is applicable to the understanding and communication of any therapeutic experience(* or any growth experience where the individual is aware of a reconceptualization and comcommitant behavioral changes and perceptual changes).

Backing up, I’ve also kept coming back to a particular podcast on “Shrink Rap Radio” with Dr. David van Neuys in which a psychologist consulting for HMOs is interviewed. He’s excited by the data which suggest that the one key correlate in determining the positive outcome of various kinds of therapy available in the marketplace is the therapist.

Yeah, it sounds like nothing. But this means that it is the quality of the therapist, or rather perhaps some quality of the therapist which is most determining in the quality of treatment. So, out the window go all the various schools of psychology, all the theory, the setting, length, client type, type of coverage, presenting conditions, etc.. All that really matters in picking a therapist is: “Are they successful at what they do”?

Its deeply satisfying to see data support a simple and generalized conclusion over and above nuance, theory, and argument. I think the value of generalizable rules-of-thumb can be greatly underestimated, and when such rules re-emerge from fields of thought that can be greatly mired in disagreement, there is a chance at some insight into what has been happening across the board.

This story sits in my mind, and as I read the various cornerstones of modern psychology, and as I go through my own psychotherapy, I look for such deeply simplifying and integrating understanding. One thing that has occurred to me, and to which my therapist agrees is that the relationship is also undeniably central to all successful psychotherapy.

So, we have: Past Success as predictive of future success, and the Relationship between therapist and client as probably determinate in all psychotherapy.

Why is it that these apparently obvious things are also powerful insights? I think because they can guide us in strengthening some of the deepest rules that guide our choice-making. As our foundations are firmed up, the questioning of more superficial subjective rules becomes easier.

So, what is so interesting about Suzanne Vega’s line?

“I’m fighting things I cannot see,

I think its called my destiny,

that I am changing, changing,

Marlena on the wall…”

This also sticks like a thorn in my mind: That when we ‘fight’ on the inner battlefield, wrestling in the dark, we may well be struggling against things that would be better accepted, while accepting things that would be better challenged. But also, when we fight things we cannot see, we are literally ‘in the dark’. We can’t tell if we’re fighting a giant or a mouse, or if our struggle is having any effect. Forces from the dark are by nature, boundless. The question arises: “Is it infinitely horrible, or merely infinitessimal”? We only fight things we are impinged upon by. Things we do not want in our domain.

However, what about when we fight things that we do see? Here again, I’ve often been struck by how capable we (human beings) are of accepting our struggles or indeed projecting and creating them, and then concretizing them. IE, we rationalize.

If I suggest that “Divorced Men should pay 100% for their kids”, and then make it a mission to do something about this belief (vote, argue, feel superior, etc..), its quite likely that I’m doing this for a reason beyond my conscious awareness. I feel like I’ve made a choice: “I will rally a protest at the statehouse”, but I may well be enmeshed in projection, over-identification, misconception, role-taking, or any number of things.

Indeed, those that struggle with any tangible thing may or may not see the side of that thing that is still in the darkness, still unseen.

This is annoying of course, because it means: “Fighting unseen things and fighting seen things is potentially (and likely) self-deceptive and not about reality”.

So, is it struggling, fighting, that is the problem? On some level I actually think that the answer is yes. Yes, in that resistance and acceptance of what is happening, of reality, by nature seems to push us into an unreasonable realm. That concepts of power and change lead us to a well of deep confusion, not to nirvanna or even simply real understanding.

But of course, on another level it cannot be that struggle is simply wrong. We are biological. To continue to live we often have to struggle. To give up living is in itself a resistance. Our nature is to live. So, total acceptance means also the acceptance of unacceptance, or struggle, or resistance. Keep in mind that when I say “acceptance” I only mean “accepting that what is, is, and that what is not, is not”, not the advocacy of anything per se, but merely awareness.

Suzanne Vega says “I think its called my destiny”. If we repeatedly find ourselves in similar situations, struggling with similar people, relationships, situations, or objects, it would be easy to conclude: “This is my destiny”. But even Arjuna, in the Bhagavad Gita, comes to accept his destiny, although on a different level.

We see here with the term “Destiny”, if we look closely at the concept, how there are often quite distinct connotations of powerful words and concepts. Often there is a concept with divine or spiritual meaning that is also used in what can best be termed, a ‘counterfeit’ manner. Is Vega using it in one way or the other?

I think its called my destiny”. There is the answer. She’s telling herself a story of how she comes to face the same demons over and over again. She doesn’t actually feel the opening feeling of “taking up one’s ultimate role in the universe in accord with the divine”, but rather is “stuck in a role who’s nature is hidden, in the dark, immutable, but justly resisted (its not good)”.

Her destiny is “changing, changing”. Again, a sense of powerlessness and sadness permeates, rather than something else. And we can be sure of this with the last line: “Marlena on the wall”. She has a portrait of Marlena Deitrich on her wall. She’s looking for meaning, for a purpose that would explain her resistance, explain the recurrance of these demons. To tell her who she is. She reaches out to an image, internally, and externally. Marlena Deitrich.

Even as I lambast Vega here, I resonate with the experience. Perhaps we all go through this on some level: The turning to imago, to role taking, to social metaphysics, to ‘meaning’, in the face of our struggling. The struggle and the resistance (and turning to meaning) are part of the same thing that binds us. This is attachment.

But its also story-telling. And when we open ourselves to a new story, we sometimes break these ‘destinies’. Maybe a person can live without the obfuscating clouds of struggle and resistance at all. That’s something worth ‘struggling’ for, isn’t it?

Published in: on July 9, 2008 at 6:28 pm Comments (1)

I just remembered, in my heart, that there are other ways of being. And I asked myself, “How then do I enter these other selves, other modalities?”, and I realize that two things can bring this kind of transformation: Life experience that pushes, prompts, eases, or opens us to a new awareness, a shifted state of mind, or reflection and meditation.

And both require readiness. That is key. You can put me in many situations, including that of meditation, and I will remain…….unless I am ready to move, change, give up, let go, arise, awaken, or adventure.

I wonder what the dream was last night that prompted this early morning insight? Its a gift, and one I hope to explore throughout the day.

 

-Alex

Published in: on February 29, 2008 at 5:10 pm Leave a Comment

Personal Update 2-7-08

Its been awhile since I posted anything to any of my blogs. I’ve been busy with 3 projects: Setting up this new computer and imaging it. Its a very nice machine compared to what I’d been using, and I’ve been tweaking it further. Secondly, I’ve picked up 3 more computer clients, so I’ve been busy making bank. I’ve calculated that I can earn > $120,000 / year working < 40 hours a week if I fill out my client list. I’ve found the niche I want to occupy. More on that in a bit. Thirdly, I’ve been playing with Joomla on my new webserver, with the long-term aim of setting up a multi-purpose set of websites: 1. Freact.com as an anarchist / freethinker webportal and news space. 2. A support site for my consulting business. 3. A multi-blog host for myself and friends.

Whoa, this new monitor is making me a little dizzy. I’ve got it set to 1920×1200, which is too much, even for its size. But it makes working on web development so much easier: pages next to each other.

I continue to listen to psychology podcasts and want to journal about them more frequently. There is such a wealth of things to explore in that arena, and I want to keep track and build on my understanding of the human condition with a bit more on the reflection end.

In some ways I continue to feel as lost as ever, but in others, I know that I’ve forged and reforged some solid pathways that are going to be a joy to explore. Oh, speaking of ‘lost’, I watched about half of “Into the Wild” the other night. Its just as I thought. I knew a few years ago from only a few sentences that I would find the story troubling, and have avoided it ever since. But curiosity got the better of me, and I’m enjoying it. I’ll try to self-analyze and analyze the movie later.

Ultimate frisbee has picked up again, and I’m loving it. Its such the perfect exercise and low-key social thing. It makes my week.

Published in: on February 7, 2008 at 6:39 pm Leave a Comment

Fried Mind with that sir? Obsessions and the erosion of self

Obsessions are strange spiders, building webs I cannot see.  Caught, and thinking I’m free. Bought, but thinking I’m me.

Yeah, so I spent the last 2 days trying to get a certain not-to-be-mentioned underground copy of Windows XP to install on one of my machines, an old one (6 years old). A strange thing to get obsessed with, don’t you think? It was a ‘productive’ experience, in that I learned quite a bit more than I’d planned. But who am I fooling? Why did I even bother with it, install after install, tweak, fix, research, script, DOS, install, etc.. for 10 hours or so? I had a perfectly good OS to put back in place, but I persisted with the one that wouldn’t work. I gave up other projects, like Joomla, website content, relearning CSS, getting more familiar with Ubuntu, etc.. for a few days, just to focus on this one thing. I got less exercise, I read less, I thought less, and now I feel like shit really. Burnt out.

I have some idea that I’m going to go back into computer consulting full time, and that’s my excuse for endless tinkering, though dimly, in the back of my mind, I remember that this is why I gave it up a couple of years ago: I’m too able to slip out of time and into software. Besides, I don’t want to be a great jack-of-all-trades computer guy. It is boring in the end. Well, not boring, but its not satisfying to my soul or self. Putting checks in the bank ATM yesterday was satisfying though. What do I want, and how do I stay on track to get there? Another boring question, but personally I need to ask it on the hour, every hour.

Washed out,

GF

Published in: on January 26, 2008 at 5:14 pm Leave a Comment
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Psychology Podcasts

I’m thinking of doing a review synopsis of various psychology podcasts available free on the web. I have a few favorites, and have listened to 1 or 2 of many of the others. With all that listening time, maybe a review would be useful for people.

1-19-08 Diary and Reflection on Blogging

So its been about 3 weeks since I started my WP blog, Towards Growing Freedom. I’m fairly happy with it. I was really sick of my Greatest Journal blog. Its gone now, apparently. I’m glad I backed up many of the entries last year.

What I don’t like about WordPress.com blogs: Slow, lack of template editing, not really a fun place for the hacker in me. What I do like: Easy to use, most everything makes sense, its easy to get a clean looking blog, and the widgets are actually useful (though again slow)

I’ve been building a website over the last couple of days, the main point of which is to get some much needed and overdue CSS, PHP, and DHTML practice in. I’ll link it of course to these blogs when I get something worth visiting going.

I may create a few practice web pages over the next few weeks, and I’ll post some links here perhaps. Making websites is so much fun.

Watching a video on using Dreamweaver. Its o.k. (Total Training), but I’m missing the second DVD where she goes into CSS and the meaty stuff. I’m working on getting that second DVD :) .

My computer clients are busily using my skills. I calculated that I could earn >100,000 US working 40 hours a week. I think I have to say ‘Yes’ to that!

Mostly I don’t enjoy the work in the ‘this is my life’s work’ department, but I do enjoy helping people, and I get to learn all sorts of workarounds by defeating various problems that come up for clients. These last weeks I’ve: Set up and secured some wireless routers, fixed speed issues on various machines, secured firewalls, antivirus, anti-spyware applications, installed stupid Outlook 2007 and got it to work with various webmail servers, gotten some RAM for some old machine, transferred files to new machines, and done lots of diagnoses on slow machines.

Meh, boring!

I’m off to the store for a minute, then will probably read more of my brother’s Family Therapy textbook. Pretty good so far. I really feel like I’m getting a handle on how the various schools of psychology interface, how we’ve come to look at the life of the mind, etc..

I’d like to write about more personal goings-on, but there’s not much to say today. I’ve successfully gotten stuck-in to nerdland and my emotional life is keeping a low profile. I need to do some reflection on that.

To Therapy! Yes, go! Go back!

First off, I do think your experience in therapy is a common one. Though there seems to be a bit of a disconnect in that the emotions rise seemingly of their own accord and seemingly out of proportion to events (just sitting and talking with a trustworthy person is not congruous with feeling strong feelings of sadness, anger, despair, etc..), there is a connection. With the safety to be yourself in front of another, the safety to be seen, one can start to uncoil the defended anxieties within. In many ways I do think that this process is the sine qua non of the therapeutic experience.

There are hundreds of schools of psychology, and though most that I know about acknowledge this cornerstone there are still many ways to approach this.

I currently go through a very similar experience to yours with my therapist, whom I’m seeing twice a week. I too feel a mix of emotions as they come forward, and I too feel embarrassment and shame. There is a great ambivalence there about going ahead and pouring it all out.

As Niels says, it can depend on the other person. We can’t consciously make ourselves trust someone with our unconscious. We can give conscious trust, and try to remain open to full trust with all our being, but as has been alluded to by Zebra Foal, our current lack of trust is for a reason. Either the other person isn’t trustworthy and its time to find someone else, or its just going to take us awhile to relearn to trust someone we believe is worthy of our trust.

Thats one perspective in brief.

Another is the idea that ‘high emotionality’ itself can be causal in the generation of ineffective coping mechanisms (ie things like depression, anxiety, and all the way up to psychosis), and that this can in turn drive the formation of various coping mechanisms. This idea comes from a newer branch of Cognitive Behavior Therapy called Dialectical Behavior Therapy. I’ve been reading http://www.amazon.com/Dialectical-Behavior-Therapy-Private-Practice/dp/1572244208 by Thomas Marra recently. I’ve really enjoyed it. I’m new to the ideas behind the theory, but DBT, like CBT enjoys some of the most rigorous testing of effectiveness of all the various schools of psychology.

I haven’t fully assimilated the core ideas of DBT, so I won’t try to summarize other than to point to the book above and say that its been an unexpectedly refreshing way to reconceptualize what we do with our emotions, what they are all about, and how they can contribute to problems down the road.

Yet a third way to look at your experience would be from Attachment Theory, a venerable and also empirically verified branch of psychology. Attachment theory would have more to say directly about the why and how of the trust relationship that you were building with your therapist, and perhaps would give you some insights into the ambivalence you seem to be feeling about the situation. My first exploration into this theory was through this book, which I highly recommend : http://www.amazon.com/Dialectical-Behavior-Therapy-Private-Practice/dp/1572244208

Wow, I sound like I think bibliotherapy is the way to go. I don’t at all. Just some good books to bring fresh insights. From what you’ve described though, it sounds to me like you are totally on the right track. Those moments when your emotions come to the surface are the way forward (totally my opinion and experience).

You described recognizing this; that though it was possibly frightening, and certainly charged, that you wanted to push ahead. Then when you tried to let more out you shut yourself down (I’ll take it that this was somewhat reflexive and not what you had consciously intended?).

I
Am
Right
There
With
You!

This is still happening to me in therapy. Its a much slower process than I would wish. I described it like this just this week to my therapist:

“Its like I see a green pasture in sunlight and I long to be there. Its just across a little brook. All I have to do is jump over and I can be there.”. I was describing that although my affect was highly emotional: tears streaming, face flushed, tissue stock prices going up all over town, I was still ‘not there yet’. That although I did feel sad, frightened, embarrassed, and deeply ambivalent, I also felt great hope, and not insignificant relief.

Thats a whole lot to feel at once, let alone describe while one is feeling it. And I do know this for myself: I couldn’t even see the meadow and the brook without another person there to witness. The “Other” is important in many aspects of life. For better or worse a trustworthy other to be present with is central to emotional life, imo.

Relearning to trust someone else with my deepest vulnerability is hard work. And it absolutely does depend on their trust-worthiness. It is relational.

I too get quite frustrated with the time it seems to take. I describe my experience like this: I want to jump into a pool of water, but instead climb in, so slowly that my muscles ache and strain. Months go by as I slowly submerge one toe, then another. Sometimes I pull a foot entirely back out and start all over. The time pressure is immense. In my anxious mind the time for me to get in the pool was many years ago. I feel totally silly just hanging here on the edge waving to passer-by: “Yep, I’m getting in, just you see!”.

But I am getting faster. The end, though not in sight, is clearly possible. Hell, its beyond likely at this point. Yeah, I wish I had learned these things a long time ago. Yeah I wish I was there already. But no, I don’t take these wishes as ultimatums anymore. I am who I am. This is my turtle-like process, and I will do anything to self-rescue. Right now, this is what it takes.

So, that being my experience after 60+ therapy sessions so far, with a guy I think merits my trust, you know what I will say about your experience so far Gabe: You can do it, and it might take more than 2 sessions!

It very likely will be awkward. Who can you be awkward around and feel fine about it? You will likely again shut yourself down. Who can you shutdown with and then rebuild with? Who will help you, when you want it, to face your fears?

Someone secure in themselves. Someone worthy of trust.

Good luck Gabe! I really enjoyed your honest and direct post about your experience. Courage is great to witness.

-S