A Psychologist on the Loose
Posts tagged The Self Designed Life
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 >
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 >
The Banquet of Consequences, Stress. Get a Grip, Part 1
The Banquet of Consequences, Stress.One
Dateline: Threadgill’s International Branch Office. Chatting with Eddie Wilson, the man who set up Willie Nelson’s First Fourth of July Picnic. At a later time, I’ll address the mental and physical reminders of that spectacular event. We could start with a study of the effects of second-hand pot smoke. But, it was Willie’s party.
Set-up: “Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.” Robert Louis Stevenson
Well, here I am at the banquet of consequences and I write about it, because, alas, I am not alone. (Here’s where you take a look in the mirror, or at 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 >
Pool Wars Narrowly Averted in Paradise! Stress.
Stress. Attack of the Pool Patrol Security Team!
Dateline: Los Cabos Hilton International Branch Headquarters. There was a guy checking in at the same time I was who had on a Super Bowl ring. I didn’t ask, but I did mention it to my spouse. Big mistake. For the last three days, he has pelted me for a more complete description. One more, “I know you said he didn’t have a beard, but if he had had a beard, do you think it would have been . . . would you say he was as tall or taller than that guy More >
Stress. The Woman Who Couldn’t Stop Giving Her Opinion
Stress. The Woman Who Couldn’t Stop Giving Her Opinion
Dateline: San Antonio Riverwalk La Mansion Hotel, Las Canarias Restaurant, International Branch Office. I once shared breakfast here with Jerry Seinfeld. Well, not exactly shared. It wasn’t like we were at the same table or anything. But he was eating from the buffet, I was eating from the buffet . . .
Setup: Do You Take Your Duty to Point Out What’s Wrong with World Seriously Enough?
Before continuing, please read the following out loud.
“I am as big a pain in the behind as every other person on the planet, if not worse. I More >