I'm finally starting to make some headway with my counsellor, Felicia. Today we had a breakthrough. I came to the realization that I've got some split personality issues that I've got to work on.
Most of the time, I'm just the good old Randy that most of the city voted for -- east side guy, plain-spoken, level-headed, looking out for the middle class. I work to shut down the problem bars, get the tow truck dolts to clean up their act, put in a good word for the boys (and girls) in blue, throw a biker party in the Park Blocks once in a while. Crank up the Mellencamp and Seger.
But I don't know, every once in a while these weird feelings start to creep up on me. I can't control them. Neil will start doing his hypno thing, or some developer guy will say something nice about me, and I'll lose it. Next thing you know, I'm going for artsy theaters in the Pearl, more tax breaks for the good old boys, "urban renewal" hanky-panky from here to eternity, wheelbarrows full of money for more hot streetcar action.
The shrink says there's nothing I can do to stop the weird feelings. They're in me and they're going to come on. Especially given the environment I work in, where everyone's controlled by these kinds of thoughts, I can't avoid them. But it's what I do about the feelings that counts.
We're going to try deep breathing for a while, see how that goes.
Posted by Randy at February 11, 2004 12:42 AMToo damn funny.
Posted by: Charles at February 15, 2004 02:19 PM