A Psychologist on the Loose
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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.
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 >
Stress. Get a Grip 3, Places to Go, Things to Do, People to Annoy
Stress. Get a Grip 3, Things to Do, People to Annoy, Stress for Everyone.
Get a Grip, Part 3
Dateline: St. David’s North Austin Medical Center Mobile International Branch Office. Currently I’m waiting to be fitted with one of those hideous, heavy boots. Why do I burden you, kind reader, with this minutia?
Because I am the poster child for the Stress Prone Personality (SPP) of the GET A GRIP Series.
Back in early November, I had an “event” on the first day of a week in San Francisco. I’m at the medical center because I approached the event (stupid jump off a boulder) More >
The Self-Inflicted Pizza Bomb Incident. Stress, Get a Grip, Part 2
The Self-Inflicted Pizza Bomb Incident. Stress. Get a Grip, Part 2
Dateline: North Austin Medical Center. Not my second home yet. But close to being my second DFW Airport.
Set-up: To bring you up to speed, check the Banquet of Consequences.
So, I’m in the office of the gastro-enterologist. He’s showing me pictures of the ulcers in my esophagus and stomach. (Professional driver. Do not try this at home.) I lean in and brightly ask, “Didn’t you mean to say that a very tiny percentage of people end up with a fatal self-inflicted pizza bomb?”
That’s when he started thumbing through medical books to provide me More >
If You Can’t Find the Nutjob, You Are the Nutjob! Stress.
Dateline: Center Stage, HEB Grocery Store, There’s a woman over there. I think has escaped from somewhere.
Set-up: After buying supplies (Must read Nutjob, Part 1, to know exactly the list.) I stop at the end of the checkers counter and prepare to re-bag my groceries. You do that, right?
Because, you know how willy-nilly these baggers can be with their youth and devil-may-care attitude. Kids today.
That’s okay though. I don’t mind re-doing the job at the end of the counter next to the real bagger guy who isn’t, at this point, exactly my friend. (I think it had something to do More >
If You Can’t Spot the Nutjob? You Are the Nutjob. Stress.
If you can’t spot the nutjob, you are the nutjob. Stress.
There’s a nutjob in every crowd. If you can’t spot the nutjob, you are the nutjob.
Each of us has limits. Money, time, and energy are limited. (Maybe not money for Alex Rodriguez, the Manning family, and Madonna.) Love is unlimited, so we can throw it all around.
Remember the Basic Self—Pseudo Self dilemma? For most of us, when we are teens, we are willing to devote much of our money, time, and energy on our appearance or Pseudo Self. For most of us, the percentage we are willing to give up to More >
