I wonder why people so often want a diagnosis when
experience is so much more interesting.
Imagine, yes, having a bi-polar relative or knowing a good
friend who suffers from severe depression.
These are problems best treated. I talk not of them. I wish them well.
But those of us who are sort manic at times or fall into
despair at times or are impulsive or compulsive---we just need to keep
ourselves busy and not think about what these behaviors might all mean. There
is no real logic to them anyway. Plus, we need these wacky energy flows to
actually get things done. The self motivated man? Nah, he just has impulses
that have to be acted upon. Irrational stirring. And this is fine.
There are people who want everything to be a problem and to
have each one defined as such. But
remember during medieval times? There was the town lunatic, the local witch,
the fool, the eternally sad, the forever lovelorn, the filthy guys, almost all
of them who would not bathe, the lothario.
These people went about their lives, energetically in pursuit to express
their “dysfunctions,” and so they carried on.
Society would have you punch a clock, sleep normal hours,
have some laughs but almost never any sadness, not get too worked up, unless
it’s for lusting after consumer items or wheat packed foods, remain married,
solidly raise children with little to no divergence and only take risks when
you are certain that what you are doing isn’t really a risk, but a well
planned something-or-other that someone
has already tested that worked out mediumly okay.
Isn’t that insane?
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