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Walking into one of those highway stop overs and into the plastic mini diner, a sad self service attendant nodded at the greeting, getting a bottle of water in a plastic bottle and sandwich wrapped in plastic and tasting like plastic and seated opposite a man with restless sad gray blue eyes, and balding gray sparse hair and a wrinkled face.
He sighed and spluttered over his coffee and sad ' the world is shit you know?' 'Oh how's that was the reply? I am a physiotherapist and a counselor and psychiatrist and to get to where people are coming from is a mystery, what the fuck goes on inside their crummy heads, I'm on the edge of a breakdown, I'm freaking out. Do I use Freud, Jung, Adler, transactional analysis or just, or just'.
With that he got up, farted and burped, went out and got into an expensive limousine and drove off at high speed.
The notion came that should one try to use a formula, Freud and so on it means fitting or sussing out their 'shit' it is OK to a point, however what happens if the theory does not fit the occasion? However what happens if one takes a person as a whole and listens to their story and pain, listening without a theory of a famous shrink going on as a background reference, this brings about a still alertness which the 'patient' or pain feeler feels and in that quiet rapport something comes out and is given permission to be released. Listening whole heartedly without judgment gives the permission and a silent signal to feel safe and release without being evaluated.
The sad eyed one felt his education did not service his need for healing, a good man, relying on the problem to fix a problem, he seemed to be attracting the blockage by being intellectual and its logic or just prescribing drugs, its all a brain that is deficient in certain chemicals.
Looking across at the Gas Station a sign was winking in bright red tubes 'Wild Bean --Sign was broken---only the first part showed and that seemed to be apt for the occasion, most of the populace are well drilled in the monotony of modern life and would love to be off the hook and not too conforming and just be a Wild Bean.
Off course Wild Bean may conjure up visions of a long haired bearded person with a club or shot gun marauding down the high street yelling profanities and threatening young maidens or could wild mean in tune with nature and like the bean not been boiled scrubbed cleaned, heated to kill bacteria, coated with preservatives and additives to add to the shelf life and then put into a plastic packet which takes a chain saw to open and then is delivered to a plastic eating house to plastic people.
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