I’ve just been witness to a monster flame war on Facebook that started when I posted something. It was a politically related posting but not one that was in its nature provocative. At least I didn’t think so. I thought it was funny and sort of “poke the guy I don’t like” in essence. But nonetheless it started a monumental war between two of my friends.
Now sure it’s not my fault that they fought. I’m not that neurotic, but I can’t help feeling that I was somehow a part of this, as if on some level I enjoyed their fighting, or, if I didn’t enjoy it I secretly longed for it as a means of replicating the pattern I grew up with.
WHAT GOOD IS THERAPY?
From 1983 to 2000 I went to therapy pretty consistently, changing cities three times and therapists far more than that (due to circumstances not my dislike of the person I had). I had quite a variety of experiences and I never really judged one as being better than the other because I never felt I could judge. What criterion should I use? How I feel? How my life changed for good or ill? I can’t say my life changed much under any of my therapists except due to things that would’ve happened anyway. I can say that my first therapist oversaw my picking up and leaving home to move to a new city, and maybe that was a real, tangible result. It probably would’ve happened anyway though due to other circumstances, but it didn’t hurt to have the therapist to talk to about what was happening, and help get my mind and feelings around everything.