I don’t always mind my delusional thinking.
I don’t always mind my delusional thinking. I find it helpful at times. It can make the consequences of poor choices more palatable. It can make difficult situations more tolerable. Delusional thinking can minimize potential conflicts; I don’t have to acknowledge transgressions no matter how egregious.
Denial, after all, is more than a river in Egypt…
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Our own Coliseum.
Most of what I know about the Coliseum comes from entertainment – yes Gladiator, I’m talking about you. I haven’t seen it in person yet. I did read about ancient Rome recently. My takeaway after my admittedly cursory review of articles I followed down the Google rabbit hole is this: the games were a clever idea. They gave the government a place to torture slaves and criminals, they helped promote Rome’s leaders, and they distracted the population from the problems of daily life. Knowing that those were the goals, can we really say that reality shows and social media platforms (a different kind of reality show) are that much different?… Continue reading Our own Coliseum.
Hoarding food in a secret drawer.
…It is shocking to me how much time not participating in my eating disorder takes up. How much specific and cognitive work goes into the process. I spend a lot of time having conversations with myself… Continue reading Hoarding food in a secret drawer.
It’s not personal.
I take things very personally. I’m oversensitive and I have a tendency to overreact to statements that on examination are utterly benign. I have bad ears. I hear criticism and judgement and condemnation in the mildest of comments. It makes me defensive and impedes conversation; often, it’s over nothing at all… Continue reading It’s not personal.
