March 27, 2006
Immobilzation and Fuzzy Lilies
Woo Woo Self: Oh my dear! WHAT are you doing indoors on a beautiful day like today. Why, you should be out on your bicycle gathering pictures of nature, feeding your soul, breathing deeply of spring. You will have your entire old age to blog, or clean up your messes.
Servant Self: I'm just serving my customers, ma'm.
Manager: Guess what, stupid, this IS your old age, and you DON'T have alot of time to clean up your messes, and, upon occasion, you make even more.
Introjected Perfectionistic Mother Self: I don't think this is such a great photo. Spend a few more minutes looking for something perfect, then upload the whole thing again -- take the time to do it right, once in awhile.
Firefighter: Get me outta here! Who the hell cares about your reputation, your readers, everyone who counts on you -- go fast on the bike and get a thrill. .... Naw, go read the rest of The DaVinci Code in bed.
Assertive but Humble Peon with Low Self Esteem: You have no audience, no one counts on you, anyway. Don't be such an egotist, It's embarassing, and most unattractive. Hubris hubris
Higher Self: No wonder you have difficulty with unstructured time. Your internal dialog suggests that you have a bit of work to do, my dear. We ALL have a bit of work to do. Some of us are starting wars with their unresolved issues, killing tens of thousands, destroying art, ancient bonds, intrastructures, futures, bodies and spirits. In the scheme of things you're small potatoes, so get over it. This is plenty for heaven's sake. Skip the clickies, Go take that ride now.
Photo note: Shot this winter on a rug pile at Marshalls. Faux nature, as twere. Representative of being inside with phoney flowers, rather than outside, with the real ones. I'm off