Psycho Therapy

"Ever been to a psychologist Thess? People don't pay for success. They pay for sessions. They pay to hear themselves talk to themselves without looking foolish."

...Here would be the most fuckwitted statement I have heard in quite some time.

Look, I went to the therapist for years. I did it to get over clinical depression and suicidal ideation, not to mention what I think they called 'borderline personality disorder'. It was by no means a one-way street. Sometimes answers, opinions and self-analyses were prodded out of me with a stick, examined and discussed in detail. It was definitely a two-person operation, not just me talking to 'myself'. Because gods know that didn't get me anywhere. I hated the process a lot of the time. It sucked, and I would have preferred not to sit in an office for an hour a week, going over bits of my past and thought processes that made me horrifically unhappy.

But I did it. Why? Because I wanted to get better. So yes, I paid for success, and in more than just money. And if that's one's view of psychology ... just ... grah!

I am NOT A HAPPY PUPPY.

Fire

This one's going out to my American friends who don't know specifically where in London I live.

Yes, there is a fire in Camden. It's been burning for an hour, the flames are hitting 30 foot high, and it's moving north, slowly. However, it's still nowhere near where I live, and I am fine. I am a little concerned about my London friends for whom that area is a serious nightspot, but since the Ballroom, the Dev and various other spots aren't immediately in the line of fire, as it were, I'm not as worried as I could be. Particularly since I figure that the fire crews would have been sensible enough to evacuate everyone.

*sigh* Poor Camden...