Doing The Therapy Thing

The therapy machine is telling me that my thoughts are the problem and that they have to be corrected. The therapy machine is telling me that my personality is defective and it has to be redirected. It has to be fixed so it won’t cause any more problems. Or is it telling me that it couldn’t be corrected? Or that I couldn’t be corrected. I find these therapy sessions so confusing. I know I have to do something about my thoughts but I don’t know what. My thoughts are all swirling around in my head in a big murky cloud. A cloud of confusion. Like fish in a shoal. My thoughts are trying to fix my thoughts but they aren’t doing it right. They have become mixed up and I’m not sure what is right anymore. I’m not sure if my thoughts are right when I’m thinking about my thinking and what I should do about it. I’m not sure if I am right anymore. Maybe I am the defect. The therapy machine has detected a personality disorder which has to be corrected. Has to be corrected. Has to be corrected. The therapy machine is telling me that my thoughts are an error and that they have to be deflected.  They have to be redirected. And disrespected. My thoughts are an error and so they have to be inspected. The therapy machine is coming down and we’re going to have a party. It’s time to put our party hats on and strut that therapy stuff. We’ve got to get down and get funky. We’ve got to do that heavy heavy therapy thing. We’ve got to make all the moves and do all the things. What are you looking at me for man? I’m doing the therapy thing. I’m doing that thing, the thing you’re supposed to do. The thing you’re supposed to do when the thing does the other thing. I’m doing the thing with the thing – I’m doing the therapy thing! The therapy machine has come to town and we’re all going to have a jolly good time. What are you looking at me for geezer? I’m doing the therapy thing. I’m cool. I’m fixing my personality errors. I’m correcting the rotten old personality defects. I’m coming down hard on the dysfunctional thinking. That dirty old stinking thinking. I’m doing the thing that you’re supposed to do. I’m cool bro. I’m cool brother don’t point the finger at me. I’m doing the thing. I’m doing the thing. I’m doing the thing. I’m doing the thing. The thing. The thing. The thing. I’m doing. The thing I’m doing the thing. I’m doing. The machine thing. The thing that I’m supposed to do…

 

 

 

 

 

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One thought on “Doing The Therapy Thing

  1. René

    We must not trust the “therapy machine”,it will turn us into a mindless machine.
    Thought can bring order in itself only when it sees that it cannot do anything about it.
    The seeing is the doing.✌❤

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