A Psychologist on the Loose
Posts tagged Depression
More Overheard in Vegas and How to Walk a Way with Big Bucks
Dateline: By now, from reading Overheard, Pt.1, Pt.2., you know I’m working away at the Professional Bull Riders Rock Bar. I’m on a barstool slugging back coffee and tapping my laptop, surrounded by partiers who are not in Las Vegas to edit a manuscript. Periodically, one of them whacks me on the back and tells me to stop with the laptop, that Vegas is for partying. As the night continues and my ‘friends’ drink and drink, those whacks are harder and harder. I order a glass of iced wine to numb the friendly encouragement.
To make sense of the More >
Baseball, Rose Colored Glasses, and Family Stress.
Baseball, Rose Colored Glasses, and Family Stress.
Dateline: Las Vegas Paris Sportsbook International Branch Office. Just put my twenty on my team to win over 59 games this season. Usually, I put my twenty on them to win the pennant. Odds 500 to 1. I’m pretty sure the bet taker doesn’t even register my bet. The cashier merely winks at his co-workers and pockets the money. But this time I could bet only on them winning 59 out of 162 games. Happy Dance.
Loyalty is not about winning. Or depending on others, including family, to make you feel like a winner.
Stress. Bizarre Things Overheard in Las Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.6
Stress. Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.5
Remember, even discussing Stress, we need to laugh a lot. A lot.
Psychologist on the Loose.
Dateline: Second night in the Las Vegas PBR (Professional Bull Riders) Rock Bar across from Planet Hollywood. Go to Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas, Get a Grip, Pt. 5 for the particulars on this den of Vegas revelry. For now, on this second night, let’s just say, the Judy Dench Vegas woman, me, perched at the bar slugging back coffee and pinging keys on my laptop—is slightly out-of-sync with the crowd. The line for the More >
Stress. Can a Person Really Change? The Teapot Incident, Part 2 of 2
Stress. Can a Person Really Change? Part 2 of 2
Dateline: The Mon Ami Gabi Restaurant in the Paris, Las Vegas. On a break from horseraces nearby and now stressed like crazy. How did that happen? Well, the hostess here in Mon Ami Gabi has jumped inside my head and made my body go into a stress reaction. Here’s what she did to cause my stress. Okay, I’ll admit I don’t fit the slinky evening gown glamour that used to be Vegas, but the young lady didn’t have to frown as I stepped up to the hostess stand dragging my computer More >
Stress. Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.5
Stress. Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas . . . Get a Grip, Pt.5
Remember, even discussing Stress, we need to laugh a lot. A lot. And some more.
Psychologist on the Loose.
Dateline: Las Vegas PBR (Professional Bull Riders) Rock Bar across from Planet Hollywood. Midnight on some night. There are hundreds of screaming people in here and Vegas is new and mind-blowing to these enthusiastic visitors. They jump up and scream, “Vegas!” every few minutes, just in case someone doesn’t remember where they are.
There’s a silver mirrored life size bull bucking at the entrance. In the middle of the Superdome room there’s More >
The Stress/Anxiety Prone Personality, Get a Grip, Part 4
The Stress/Anxiety Prone Personality, Get a Grip, Part 4
To catch up: The Banquet of Consequences; The Self Inflicted Pizza Bomb; Things to Do, People to Annoy
Dateline: Dateline: the Big Thicket State Forest. Really. I can promise that this retreat spot is “big,” because there is no Starbucks within reasonable driving distance. Pizza delivery is but a distant dream. It’s a “thicket,” because I’m surrounded by tall trees spewing allergens in a bonfire pattern. (Kind reader, as you might suspect, this wasn’t my idea and this will not be the last you hear of this weekend of terror.)
Stress. Get a Grip, More >
No Knight in Shining Armor? Oh, No!
Dateline: Threadgills Restaurant International Branch Office. Across from me is a picture of Farah Faucet. She was here.
Set-up: Just for Fun. “Oh, mighty psychologist . . . (okay, just mighty experienced) (okay, just older) (okay, forget mighty, I’m all you got for free here.) . . .
Valentine’s Day, aah, LOVE.
In the name of love, I’m taking a mild, heart-shaped detour to share a couple of truths I’ve learned through decades of Freudian, Jungian, Family Systems, Cognitive Behavior Training, study, hospital work, practice, study, and most of all from watching thousands of true crime shows.
For WOMEN Only: There is More >