6:00
Paonia Town Park
Bring friends, white shirts, dark shirts, cleats, whatever
I am struggling. I was talking to my therapist a while back going over some ridiculous... I mean, valid and reasonable, issues that I have and started laughing. Then I said, "Why do I always find my pain and suffering so funny?" (Laughter.) There was a pause, then Dr. person, we will call Dr. person Niles, said in Niles's best soothing voice all drawn out and soft, "Yeahhh, so, do you think that is a coping mechanism to avoid feeling the underlying emotions?"
Okay, interlude, of course it is. But it is fun and reasonable right? Funny is fun and fun is awesome!
Niles continued: "What if you spent some time sitting with the feelings without being sarcastic and making jokes?"
Me: "... that sounds ... less fun ..." (More laughter.)
Niles: "I really think taking the time to really feel and work on self-compassion is going to mean a lot for you."
So this is the struggle. I have been suppressing jokes at my own expense... I know, right? Terrible idea.
This has led me to discover over the last month or so that self-compassion and deep emotional feelings are not funny. In fact, they are so unfunny that I am starting to lose my ability to be funny. Funny is funny, damnit! I need to laugh at literally everything that causes me pain. I donno, this is just maybe not going to work. All of that sarcastic irreverence and general feeling that everything hilariously doesn't really matter despite all of our hand wringing was my salve, my balm. I mean, what is the point otherwise? Whatever.