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Ok, ok… I admit it. Despite having made fun of the ‘weak’ people who see or have seen a therapist of some sort… I have been to one on and off for the last couple years. He says I am crazy. I already knew that; can I get a refund?
I will admit it’s nice to be able to just gab, blab, and blubber in someone else’s paid and professional care. Men who habitually pay for female companionship know exactly what I am talking about…a lesser known skill taught at pole-dancing school is listening to the client B&M (Bitch & Moan) about their often self-perpetuated self-abuse.
That said – let me sum up professional therapy, and the Champagne Room counseling session, and save you thousands or even tens of thousands of Benjamins:
1) Your parents, God bless-em, are probably f-ups in one way or another. – They learned from their parents, who learned from their parents, who learned from their parents, etc., etc., etc. Vicious Cycle of Parental Incompetence. No qualifications for having a baby required, or rearing that poor little sod. Even these people can do it…
2) So are you. – Yep, Sport, sorry to tell you… but there is a VERY high likelihood you are not half as perfect as you think you might be right now. No matter what your aforementioned Mommy told you. Guess what? It’s OK. Whether you’re shaving your head in denial like Britney, or making crap movies like Ashton, or nationalizing all of a previously glorious and free country like Obama…. you are likely making mistakes. That’s OK.
3) Get over it. – Yep… it is that simple. Get Over It. This Too Shall Pass. You will recover from your mistakes most likely and move on as a wiser, braver, older, slightly more scarred human being. They call that ‘certain look of knowledge and experience’ … WISDOM. As I get older, I now realize why so many old people know so much and yet are so reticent to share, expressing their knowledge through cynicism and cantankerous behavior… b/c sometimes the pain of gaining wisdom is…well…painful.
4) Do you need a scrip ? (for… alcohol, cocaine, pot, Ritalin, overt sexuality, no sexuality, obsessive behavior, Tourette’s syndrome, work-a-holism, Blackberry addiction, gambling, depression, anger, or only having 16 sides on your 20-sided die (obscure Dungeons & Dragons reference for the Gary Gygax fans) … I’m sorry. Blame it on your Mom. Or Dad. Or Uncle. These are all just ways to cope.
So…hire that Pole Dancer, or therapist; cry like a baby if need be. And then Get Over It.
That’s the bottom-line.
We’ve all got personal problems. Every single imperfect one of us.
Leadership Lesson Hidden Behind this Bizarre Message about Pole Dancers and Therapists and Prescription Drugs:
- Don’t get caught up in your problems.
- Don’t get caught up in other people’s problems.
- Leave your bullshit at the door (as best you can).
- And be a “real” human being to those who can’t.
B/c leadership is a lot like Fatherhood – Under appreciated. Always needed.
Love the people who make up your Tribe.
Because being a Leader sometimes means you might have to lend a shoulder for someone to cry upon… b/c they are human. So are you.
And that is A-OK. Sometimes as a Leader, you DO have to be more than a Boss. It doesn’t make you any less of a Leader.
And it doesn’t make them any less of an employee, friend, or pole dancer.
Peace Out.
PS – As a Leader, it is generally best if you seek your therapy through professional sources and avoid blubbering on the shoulder’s of your fellow Tribal Passionistas (i.e. your staff).
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Only Gene McCubbin. An original!
well… you just saved me a bunch in therapy bills… loved this..
* Don’t get caught up in your problems.
* Don’t get caught up in other people’s problems.
* Leave your bullshit at the door (as best you can).
* And be a “real” human being to those who can’t.
Sounds easy when you say it real fast, but then not enough people say it…thank you.
I think I will post the 4 point plan on the door. Won’t keep them out but it just might help them understand why they can’t stay in.
I blame my recurring nightmares on you, mentor from hell!