Just my various thoughts on my main areas of interest: mind, brain functions, consciousness, technology, travel, food, hamburgers, wine, champagne, high-end hotels, frequent flyer programs, credit card programs, cheap philosophy (the kind that you would not spend money to read) etc... It's all written in English by a French culture shifter living in France. This blog also features hamburger photography, food porn & absurdity. It may be offensive to intellectuals & aesthetes.
Showing posts with label Psychotherapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psychotherapy. Show all posts
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Imagine A World Where Shrinks Are Rappers
In my constant quest to reach Absurdity Nirvana, I had this vision of a world where psychotherapists would be rappers. Wouldn't it be great?
Imagine if you were to go see a shrink and they were dressed like Snoop Doggy Dog with a huge pimp rapper bling dollar sign chain around their neck, wearing basketball apparel and a hat. Wouldn't it be cool if during a psychotherapy session instead of saying "I understand you feel anger toward your mom", they were to say "Yo G., your mom was a bi-atch"?
Another example: "It sounds like you have unresolved issues with your father" would translate into: "Yo, crank it, smoke that MFer".
Best of all, would be to spot your shrink on a week-end driving his hummer, blasting the whole neighborhood with Snoop Doggy Dog's music and shouting "Yo Freud iz in da houz".
Food for absurd thoughts, right?
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Friday, February 5, 2010
Qantas Of Solace
Yesterday, I thought about this geeky thing that happened to me 6 months ago.
It was a rather cold morning in Sydney, Australia last August. I happened to be riding on a hop-on hop-off, double decker open top city-tour bus when when my iPhone received a push email that was sent in the middle of the night just seconds ago in France. That email came from a patient of mine who was facing a personal crisis. It was long but I was able to read it entirely on my iPhone while riding on the open upper deck of this city tour bus.
I couldn't help but experience a rather awkward and disturbing feeling. The contrast between this email sent by someone desperate on the other side of the planet, in the middle of a summer night, and me receiving it, during a happy moment as far as I could be from home, in the morning in winter. This was rather unsettling and reminded me of the new technology-enhanced world we are all living in.
I was hopefully able to answer this email within minutes with a few comforting words that brought solace to this patient who still has no clue where I was at the moment I answered!
This can only lead to one question:
1) What kind of crazy world are we living in?
2) What kind of crazy/geeky shrink am I in this world?
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