there is a spoon, and its pissed that you judge it

I've discovered why anyone and everyone invests time in a psychological degree or psych education of any sort. You see I watch Hank Azaria's show Huff as much as I can, and were it not for the pesky tuition I feel as though I could sit down and psychoanalyze any poor mother heffer that finds their way to a couch near me in need of solace and understanding. And through this self-doctarate I have evolved a theory as to why anyone would involve themselves in psychology as a profession, hobby, or passion.

Plain and simply, anyone who invests in psychological practice are arrogant sons a bitches. Thats pretty much the whole analysis.

My reasoning is that the basis of psychology is for the holder of mind magical understanding of knowledge and feelign lies solely in the belief that regardless of human emotion there is a justifiable cause that created the effect that you could of avoided which would of led to you not feeling this way.

for example

• doctor I'm sad.
• why?
• my wife left me, my son hates me, my truck broke down and my dad just died. I cant go on, im depressed, I cant sleep, eat, shower, or love. I have been limp for seven months.
• well being sad about it all is pointless. Were you not so dependent on others love you would be just fine, you need to buck up, stop feeling sorry for yourself and realize that the world is your oyster to discover, and you've merely found a few oysters that ended up not having pearls in them.
• but im really sad.
• sad is for the weak, believe in the now, and embrace the will be, which will leave nothing left to do for the past.
• but i just want to cry.
• your hour is up.
  

see traditional analysis, belittles all human emotion to nothingness. Psychology reduces anyones genuine malaise to a point of irrelevance. You know what I think it is; psychologists cant handle their own emotion so they find a means of reducing any natural human instinct to cry, love, hate, obsess, or what have you to a irrelevant state of being to feed their own self-loathe and blind an otherwise revelation to the fact that they themselves are afraid to feel the basic human emotions that spread through natural everyday human lives.

I have never been to a shrink, nor have I ever really met one, but I saw one on tv and I talk down to a lot of people belittling their emotions, so I think I just pschoanalyzed myself.

Im confused. help. me. computer. im falling.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Friday, July 29, 2005