Whining About Your Own, Others',

I Thought Foolishly That Freudian Psychoanalysis Was Deeper And More Intensive Than Other, More Directive Forms Of Therapy, So I Was Trained In It And Practiced It. Then I Found That It Intensively Went Into Every Irrelevancy Under The Sun - And That It Didn't Work. People Got Insights Into What Was Bothering Them, But They Hardly Did A Damn Thing To Change.

When I Was 16 I Started Keeping A Diary In Which I Recorded My Disagreements With The Famous Philosophers. I Didn't Insist That They Were Wrong, That I Was Right And I Had To Prevail. I Just Agreed And Disagreed With Them. I Thought There Was A High Degree Of Probability That I Was Right And Some Other Thinkers Were Wrong. But I Wasn't Positive About It.

I Had Used Eclectic Therapy And Behavior Therapy On Myself At The Age Of 19 To Get Over My Fear Of Public Speaking And Of Approaching Young Women In Public.

Much Of What We Call Emotion Is Nothing More Or Less Than A Certain Kind - A Biased, Prejudiced, Or Strongly Evaluative Kind - Of Thought.

Unless, Of Course, You Insist On Identifying Yourself With The People And Things You Love; And Thereby Seriously Disturb Yourself.