Last night I was thrown off the Internet and couldn’t get back on until this morning. I actually freaked for about ten minutes–which is ten hours less than I would have last year so I guess I’m making progress. Unanswered emails could wait until this morning; I have been making progress on answering comments and reading blogs. A year ago I barely knew what a blog was, but I had other Internet obsessions.
I’m obsessive/compulsive and have almost every neurosis listed in some article yesterday. The article stated that almost every adult will have some form of neurosis or psychosis in their lifetime. I believe it.
That’s why I hate:
(1) people who think that they’re morally superior and are above being neurotic. They think if everybody acted like them the world would be a better place, and…get over yourselves. You’re probably the people in most need of help.
(2) most self-help books. There isn’t one magic formula that fits most people. A positive attitude is wonderful, but attaining it and keeping it, that can be a killer. Read a letter last week where a woman said that “if people chose to be happy, they will make the right choices and have great lives” Sure that the letter was poorly edited or that the woman left something pivotal out.
We can chose to be happy all we want but if your brain isn’t wired properly, and you’re not in counseling and/or medication, how are the happy neurons supposed to take over? If we have a series of choices how do we know that one is the correct choice? Sure there are some choices that are obviously bad, and others that are obviously great, but what about that great middle?
Positive attitudes are great. Trying to remain in a positive frame of mind 24/7 is nearly impossible
I worry about people who constantly read self help books because if the book tells them what to do, how to do it, and what the results are supposed to be, and the result isn’t achieved people tend to assign self-blame rather than thinking that life isn’t one size fits all shopping.
Life’s about possibilities, and trying out persona’s. Life’s about responsibilities and having no time to try out possibilities and/or persona’s. Life’s about having a great time because it’s so short. Life’s about being selfish, and making time for me, me, me. But then everything will fall apart and you can’t train your two year old to act like an adult. Maybe you could but that kid would turn into one very screwed up adult.
Books tell you that you can have it all; books tell you that you can be selfish and still be a great person; books tell you a lot of things. But they don’t tell you about you because they don’t know you. You’re an individual; not a type picked out of a cookie cutter. Even identical twins don’t have the same thoughts at the same exact time.
If you’ve been waiting for a self-help book on how to be an individual in a time where we’re all supposed to conform to certain standards, your wait is almost over. My book will be out….