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24/2/04 11:54Psychodrama is nothing more than an addiction to stories, an excess of defining yourself as someone at the center of an exciting life.... And boy, does your life become exciting. You find Great Villains and you find True Friends, and sometimes the True Friends become Great Villains (because you weren't smart enough to see them as people, not labels), and you're continually exhausted because heroes never need to rest from their plots, but you do.
(From here)--somehow, right now, this seems awfully smart, and relevant to things happening in my personal life and the lives of people I know.
My life is so not exciting. And I like it that way. The moments when I've been closest personally to the psychodrama were when I defined myself too much by stories--or other people around me did.
Let's see. Today I'm reading "Breaking the Magic Spell: Radical Theories of Folk & Fairy Tales," by Jack Zipes, which is pretty much what it sounds like: dense, but a lot of fun so far. I also checked out of the library another of his books, about fairy tales and the culture industry. My friend Beth had heard of his books and wanted to read them, but couldn't find them--the ginormous library of McGill came to the rescue, though. And I am trying to switch myself back to QWERTY, having trained myself for Dvorak last year. I'm planning on possibly registering at temp agencies after I go home, before I start school, and I'll need to actually be able to type. I'm hoping it won't make my RSI come back--the only thing that reliably triggers elbow pain now is writing exams in longhand. I still spend way too much of my day typing, but I'm not writing novels longhand, which helps.
(From here)--somehow, right now, this seems awfully smart, and relevant to things happening in my personal life and the lives of people I know.
My life is so not exciting. And I like it that way. The moments when I've been closest personally to the psychodrama were when I defined myself too much by stories--or other people around me did.
Let's see. Today I'm reading "Breaking the Magic Spell: Radical Theories of Folk & Fairy Tales," by Jack Zipes, which is pretty much what it sounds like: dense, but a lot of fun so far. I also checked out of the library another of his books, about fairy tales and the culture industry. My friend Beth had heard of his books and wanted to read them, but couldn't find them--the ginormous library of McGill came to the rescue, though. And I am trying to switch myself back to QWERTY, having trained myself for Dvorak last year. I'm planning on possibly registering at temp agencies after I go home, before I start school, and I'll need to actually be able to type. I'm hoping it won't make my RSI come back--the only thing that reliably triggers elbow pain now is writing exams in longhand. I still spend way too much of my day typing, but I'm not writing novels longhand, which helps.
