RAW is WAR!!!
Turned on the boob tube tonight and for some inexplicable reason have decided to leave Monday Night RAW on in the background. Someone named Carlito just spit a mouthful of masticated apple in the face of someone I think they called Triple H, who proceeded to body slam Carlito after the usual dramatic pause and build-up. Before that they brought out a line-up of supposed past lovers of Vince McMahon, with Vince continuously sporting that look of mock-surprise.
Perhaps more embarassingly, I just spent five minutes watching a shopping network where a woman applied make-up to another woman, with another cooing and oohing over the flawless results. I watch, trying to guess the age of the woman. I wonder how she manages, at (clearly) 40+ to have no puffiness under her eyes. Perhaps it's because she actually sleeps at night. How stressful can it be, modeling make-up?
I switch to public television. An interviewee states: "If Poland were a person they would be in permanent, unresolved psychological trauma." A voiceover announces: "Feeling neglected is a Polish character trait." My father's mother was Polish, his father from Belarus. So I'm thinking about those statements. Actually, I'm quite distracted by this program, it's pretty interesting. There are lots of Polish kids that come here to my neck of the woods to work at the casinos for the summer. They are all adorable/gorgeous and quite easy to spot on the street, as they have no cars and usually carry backpacks. Also very skinny and well put together. Though sometimes the girls get carried away. "We're in America! Freedom! Let's dress like prostitutes!"
OK, it switched over to England. Enough of this show. Actually, zap. TV's now off. Crickets crick-crack and rrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee through the open screens, a moth attracts the attention of my girl cat. I want it to be earlier and there's a lot more that I want, too. I'm missing him and it's still almost 2 weeks 'til I can see him again, and it's driving me just slightly crazy.
Tonight I sent an email to this woman who does Rolfing, a fairly intensive bodywork treatment. I know it's wicked expensive, but I am considering trying it. One thing about it that really interests me is the claim that it can, and intends to, activate and/or help release emotional or psychological trauma. I am always intrigued by that sort of thing, as I'm quite certain I have... well, enough of it.
Last year I did this therapy session called "The Emotional Journey" (yeah, sounds totally queer) but it was very intense in that way, and also quite strange. I entered into "The Journey" almost immediately with no prompting and really wrung myself (and the practitioner) out for about 3 hours. Yeah, 3 hours! He said I was the most intense session he'd ever done. It brought me to a very vulnerable place, which at the time was sort of good, and sort of bad. It left me unprepared to deal with emotional trauma that happened shortly afterwards, but maybe that helped me process it better in some ways, who knows.
Digging through the dirt, digging up the dirt, digging. Looking for the truth that stills you, in a neutral position, just still. I like ending up there, honestly, and am willing to suffer a lot to get there. Off to hang upside down in the dark and listen to crickets... screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
Perhaps more embarassingly, I just spent five minutes watching a shopping network where a woman applied make-up to another woman, with another cooing and oohing over the flawless results. I watch, trying to guess the age of the woman. I wonder how she manages, at (clearly) 40+ to have no puffiness under her eyes. Perhaps it's because she actually sleeps at night. How stressful can it be, modeling make-up?
I switch to public television. An interviewee states: "If Poland were a person they would be in permanent, unresolved psychological trauma." A voiceover announces: "Feeling neglected is a Polish character trait." My father's mother was Polish, his father from Belarus. So I'm thinking about those statements. Actually, I'm quite distracted by this program, it's pretty interesting. There are lots of Polish kids that come here to my neck of the woods to work at the casinos for the summer. They are all adorable/gorgeous and quite easy to spot on the street, as they have no cars and usually carry backpacks. Also very skinny and well put together. Though sometimes the girls get carried away. "We're in America! Freedom! Let's dress like prostitutes!"
OK, it switched over to England. Enough of this show. Actually, zap. TV's now off. Crickets crick-crack and rrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee through the open screens, a moth attracts the attention of my girl cat. I want it to be earlier and there's a lot more that I want, too. I'm missing him and it's still almost 2 weeks 'til I can see him again, and it's driving me just slightly crazy.
Tonight I sent an email to this woman who does Rolfing, a fairly intensive bodywork treatment. I know it's wicked expensive, but I am considering trying it. One thing about it that really interests me is the claim that it can, and intends to, activate and/or help release emotional or psychological trauma. I am always intrigued by that sort of thing, as I'm quite certain I have... well, enough of it.
Last year I did this therapy session called "The Emotional Journey" (yeah, sounds totally queer) but it was very intense in that way, and also quite strange. I entered into "The Journey" almost immediately with no prompting and really wrung myself (and the practitioner) out for about 3 hours. Yeah, 3 hours! He said I was the most intense session he'd ever done. It brought me to a very vulnerable place, which at the time was sort of good, and sort of bad. It left me unprepared to deal with emotional trauma that happened shortly afterwards, but maybe that helped me process it better in some ways, who knows.
Digging through the dirt, digging up the dirt, digging. Looking for the truth that stills you, in a neutral position, just still. I like ending up there, honestly, and am willing to suffer a lot to get there. Off to hang upside down in the dark and listen to crickets... screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
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