Shit I say To My Therapist: Do You Like the View & Kurt Vonnegut

BACKGROUND: We are meeting on the 17th floor of some building.

MrMary: Do you like the view from here?

Yeah I love the View

MrMary: I find it strange.

Why’s that ?

MrMary: Well The sun could be out, it could be a bright sunny day but because the buildings are so tall literally thousands of peoples could be in the shadows. Those at the high floors of these sky scrappers are as cut off from life and living as the people in the shadows are cut of from the sun, the source of all life in some respect. It’s only at noon time that we have our best chance to be touched as completely as can be by the sun, but for the majority of us we are either working or rushing to fill ourself with food because we are shackled to our desk. This is like the perfect analogy for the 20th Century

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Ever see the show all in the family

Yeah

do you notice how the American Household is like Berlin After WW2

Uhm How so

MrMary: Well there is a place for the father to be for the mom to be and the children. There are the invisible demarcation lines. Its shows how fragmented we are as a society and how much a role the invisble demarcation lines between race , social status, financial stability, language play a role. its odd we are a nation of immigrants, why would the nuclear family be stressed so much when the most integral part of the immigrant experience was the presence of extended family.

The de fact seal of the United States of America Used to be: E pluribus unum – One from Many. It was supposed to represent that although America  was a violent abusive melting pot we were all united in our identity as Americans. We all shared in that ideology and vision that bound us together as one people. In the 1956 Congress changed that motto to: In God We trust. Which I think was a joke no one realized: amidst growing tension with the Soviets 9 years into the Cold War (if you agree with the historians who place it at 1947) and 7 years after the end of WW2 (1949) we change our motto to In GOD We Trust before we start the many proxy wars and neo colonial activity all over the world like the Vietnam war,

Yeah….. Uhm sorry for the tangent

Who did you say your favorite philosopher was

I don’t have one. All the good ones are dead. its hard to pick the best dead person, it’s like intellectual necrophilia. Im guessing it’s time, and we will see next week

yeah so next tuesday … pause … Have a nice week

Uhm maybe…

Your supposed to say: “yes I will”

many people say to themselves yes I will have a good day then a bomb fall on a mosque their in, the guy commanding a drone doesn’t use the joy stick and using the directional pad makes an error  kids die, someone gets diagnosed with cancer,  or they spill coffee on their crotch…

A Quote from Kurt Vonnegut

OK, now let’s have some fun. Let’s talk about sex. Let’s talk about women. Freud said he didn’t know what women wanted. I know what women want. They want a whole lot of people to talk to. What do they want to talk about? They want to talk about everything.

What do men want? They want a lot of pals, and they wish people wouldn’t get so mad at them.

Why are so many people getting divorced today? It’s because most of us don’t have extended families any more. It used to be that when a man and women got married, the bride got a lot more people to talk to about everything. The groom got a lot more pals to tell dumb jokes to.

A few Americans, but very few, still have extended families. The Navahos. The Kennedys.

But most of us, if we get married nowadays, are just one more person for the other person. The groom gets one more pal, but it’s a woman. The woman gets one more person to talk to about everything, but it’s a man.

When a couple has an argument nowadays, they may think it’s about money or power or sex, not how to raise the kids, or whatever. What they’re really saying to each other, though, without realizing it, is this:

”You are not enough people!”

I met a man in Nigeria one time, an Ibo who had six hundred relatives he knew quite well. His wife had just had a baby, the best possible news in any extended family.

They were going to take it to meet all its relatives, Ibos of all ages and sizes and shapes. It would even meet other babies, cousins not much older than it was. Everybody who was big enough and steady enough was going to get to hold it, cuddle it, gurgle to it, and say how pretty is was, or handsome.

Wouldn’t you have loved to be that baby?

I sure wish I could wave a wand, and give every one of you an extended family – make you an Ibo or a Navaho – or a Kennedy.