23 years old, started law school, hated it, dropped out, now in psychology university. Quite better. My preoccupation is, I have psychological problems. Who hasn't, in this day and age (funny fact - the world ages, yugas, etc. are not fixed linear concepts, but way more dynamic). The problem is I have some Obs. compulsivedisorders. I know I can diminish it, but don't know when I will be able to totally extinguish it.
Most people would not want their psychologist to be like that. anyway, the psychologist is not forbidden to have his own problems. He just gotta be a good professional. Plus, I plan to write
I recently published an article about the sensibility and perception in living beings, consciousness and consciousness after death in a small journal from a small psychological clinic here (4.000 thousand copies only in my small city. I love living in small city...)
If nothing works out, I sell out: I'm pretty sure I can write whatever mumbo-jumbo people are after to read these days... I'll improvise some below, but as I'm more accostumed to brazilian style, my american style self-help cliches might not be so good:
Only you can help yourself. That pretty girl on the counter, that agressive jock, that genius that you so admire (if you're lucky) or, hell, even that charming petty criminal from the movies who steals to eat like Charles Chaplin: They are all just like you. There is nothing in them that stands out from you except one thing: Their ability to plan and execute their dreams*, and most of all, their strenght.
But what is strenght? Isn't that what is known as Social Darwinism? No, this humble writer despises this chain of thought. Rather, it is your innermost essence, that nothing can corrupt. Brain lesions may seem to corrupt it, and they do, in a way, but only temporarily. Your spirit is indestructible. Remember that on your great walk through the corridors of the schools of life, and take good care of your locker. If you're dedicated, hopefully it will be more like a prestigious university where the bathrooms are fine and your locker is well locked and full of nice books (and an emergency kit), and way less like high school where you're locked in your locker or flushed in the bathroom. You choose what you own, not the other way around. I'll finish with a line from the great movie Adaptation: You are what you love, not what loves you.
Pretty good for improvising, huh? Us over verbal types gotta leak it somehow. Way better than the chuck lorre vanity cards. That guy is a writer of sitcoms, and although I enjoy watching the Big Bang Theory, (it's funny) he has plenty of bad moments, cliches, and I HATE THE FUCKING LAUGHS. THEY SHOULD BE ABOLISHED FROM SITCOMS. IT'S POINTLESS, AND DON'T SAY IT'S BECAUSE OF THE AUDIENCE, BECAUSE THEY INSERT THE LAUGHS WHEN IT'S FILMED OUTDOORS ALSO.
PS: If anyone is interested in my article, say so and I'll translate and put it here. It's quite nice.
* if you're gonna write self help bullshit, be sure to include Dreams in it