In Treatment at the moment and in dire need of release.
My child-self needs some approval, people. My therapist said so.
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"To think and to be fully alive are the same." - Hannah Arendt
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- Doctor Plog
- I am a 35-year-old Australian N.B.F (natural born feminist, never got the vagina = inferior thang) who lives in London with one lovely Englishman and too many remote controls (and phones that look like remote controls). My hobbies include thinking, ruminating, reading, daydreaming, overanalysing and cutting stuff out of newspapers. I can be both stoopidly sentimental and bitterly cynical (not that the two are mutually exclusive). And my absolute bete noir: mindless, myopic stereotyping based on genderraceclasssexuality and other constructed, arbitrary categories. (Imagine if we defined ourselves in terms of eye colour or nipple size?) My favourite food group is carbohydates, my karaoke song of choice is Pat Benatar's "Love is a Battlefield" and I used to be able to speak Indonesian.
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My child-self says to your child-self: You are the king of the castle, Bookie. No matter where your castle is, or what colour the walls are painted. xx
My child-self says thanks. But she already is the king of the castle and doesn't let my adult-self sit in the throne very often. So I have to approve of her in order to put her to bed.
Psychoanalysis is a total head-fuck.
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