Sigmund Freud was smoking a cigar on stage once while he was giving a presentation. Freud, you know, was the one who always found psychological reasons for people’s actions – and many of those reasons were sexual in nature. So when an attendee at his presentation saw him smoking the cigar, he suggested that the good doctor’s action carried a more hidden meaning.
Freud’s reply was, “Sir, sometimes a cigar, is just a cigar.”
How many times do we assign a meaning to something – NOT because of what is going on out there in the world that we see or hear, but because of something going on in OUR heads?
I’m still a little woggy after taking some strong drugs yesterday to have a tooth pulled. So right when I got out of bed this morning, thinking I was ungroggy enough to take my normal dosage of two happy hormone pills, I instead picked up a bottle (sure LOOKED like the right bottle) of a strong sleeping pill and took two of them. Took them at 7 a.m. After a good night’s sleep.
Do you suppose I have some deep desire to check out? Am I trying to run away? Escape? Get out of folding laundry and picking up dog poop? Maybe I want to rejoin my mother ship..
I write this blog very laboriously as I fade in and out and can tell my forehead is heading once again to the keyboard. And I’m quitting this blog post real soon. Like now.
But I leave you with this. The reason WHY someone does something mysterious to us – is frequently just that: A mystery. Sometimes taking the wrong pill is just…taking the wrong pill.
My eyes are now slamming shut of their own free will now. And I like it.
From your motivational speaker, Linda Larsen, who has just learned she can sleep and type at the same time.