And then there are people like me, and a few others I’ve
known, whose emotional and rational sides are defiantly independent. When some
situation occurs to cause us emotional difficulty, the rational side demands
reason, while the emotional side refuses to demur. The result is a war in which
no quarter is given, and the conflict is debilitating to both mind and body.
The rational side is strong and well organised, but the emotional side is
equally strong and much fiercer. What’s more, it doesn’t know how to give in.
The result is always to inflate the suffering, and sometimes to cause suffering
to the innocent as well. And I haven’t a clue what you do about it.
I put this problem to an eminent psychiatrist over twenty
years ago. He told me that, however intelligent and mentally well organised you
are, if those powers can’t kill the root of an emotional issue, you just have
to live with it. There’s no more to say. There probably is more to say, but you
get the gist.
So pity the passionate person, and be careful how close you
get to one. You might be in for a ride that’s colourful, but not always
pleasant. On the other hand, if you’re a passionate person yourself, you might
find a rare degree of mutual understanding.
6 comments:
What better fuel for creativity!
Yeah, but you're a masochist!
Maybe both sides of that coin with the misfortune I inflict on the dear little ones...
It hasn't gone unnoticed, Melanie dear.
I'm grinning.
The sort of grin that sends the dog cowering under the table, no doubt.
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