Which Bitch Are You?
Those who know me have often suggested I am a bit devilish in my thinking — my family nickname is “The Dark One” after all, and it’s not just because of the black rinse on my hair. When you think of bright, sunny days and light-hearted recreation, I’m not the first person you’d picture at the heart of the fun time had by all.
But if you want to have a deep discussion, I’m your bitch. I’m willing to talk about almost anything, no matter how black or irreverent or disturbing. I don’t mean I invite in the psychos for fun & games with body parts, but if you want to talk about your basic indifference to the death of your grandma, I’ll go there with you. And I won’t hang you with it afterward.
We’re each such a complex blend of “good” and “evil” that I think we have to talk about the shadowy corners — that we have to drag them into the light. I remain wary of psychotherapy (“Therapist or The Rapist?), but I’ll say this for its basic principles: talking about your deepest, darkest shit robs it of at least some of its power over you. Kinda like throwing up: you sick up the worst and you feel lots better.
I know a lot of people (most of them older, most of them peripheral) who seem afraid to look too closely at anything, who live their lives in a sort of myopic haze. Out of fear, they travel heads down, feet firmly on the path that everyone else is on, refusing to deviate, or even to look at the other paths. And maybe that works for them. But (and there’s always a but) an awful lot of those same people are heavily medicated on every over-the-counter and prescription soporific — including and especially alcohol — that add another cloud layer between them and the world. Is that living?
Better living through pharmacology definitely has its place, and I don’t begrudge a single person the right to feel better (so long as they’re not hurting anyone else). I do bemoan the failure to address the roots of why they feel bad to begin with, however. Very few people are as bad as they think they are.
So, embrace your dark side… and find your light.*
* This message comes to you from El Diablo, 666 Good Intentions Way, HELL.
But if you want to have a deep discussion, I’m your bitch. I’m willing to talk about almost anything, no matter how black or irreverent or disturbing. I don’t mean I invite in the psychos for fun & games with body parts, but if you want to talk about your basic indifference to the death of your grandma, I’ll go there with you. And I won’t hang you with it afterward.
We’re each such a complex blend of “good” and “evil” that I think we have to talk about the shadowy corners — that we have to drag them into the light. I remain wary of psychotherapy (“Therapist or The Rapist?), but I’ll say this for its basic principles: talking about your deepest, darkest shit robs it of at least some of its power over you. Kinda like throwing up: you sick up the worst and you feel lots better.
I know a lot of people (most of them older, most of them peripheral) who seem afraid to look too closely at anything, who live their lives in a sort of myopic haze. Out of fear, they travel heads down, feet firmly on the path that everyone else is on, refusing to deviate, or even to look at the other paths. And maybe that works for them. But (and there’s always a but) an awful lot of those same people are heavily medicated on every over-the-counter and prescription soporific — including and especially alcohol — that add another cloud layer between them and the world. Is that living?
Better living through pharmacology definitely has its place, and I don’t begrudge a single person the right to feel better (so long as they’re not hurting anyone else). I do bemoan the failure to address the roots of why they feel bad to begin with, however. Very few people are as bad as they think they are.
So, embrace your dark side… and find your light.*
* This message comes to you from El Diablo, 666 Good Intentions Way, HELL.
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