Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Oh, shut up already

Several years ago, a very smart therapist (the same one who reminded me to repeat "Good Enough" over and over and over again) suggested that I take my negative self talk (you know, that voice that tells you everything you've ever done wrong?) and externalize it. Put it all in the mouth of a separate being. So, I imagined a little gargoyle and named him Garcin and told him to shut the fuck up.

(Garcin is named for the male character in Sartre's play No Exit, which is basically a lover's triangle set in hell, consisting of a pompous man, a femme-y tease, and a predatory lesbian. I analyzed the play in my brilliant 1992 master's thesis, if you're interested.)

So, talking with my life coach, I'm thinking Garcin needs to be resurrected. Because he's been sniping at me for a long time about what he believes to be one of my great failings: procrastination. He likes to say I'm lazy and disorganized and generally a failure. All together, now: SHUT UP!

She also suggested I adopt a counterpart to Garcin. So I'm soliciting candidates. What should the angel look like?

3 comments:

aerobil said...

a chicken, of course

tyra said...

punky brewster. ::giggles::

heather s. said...

Why, Isabella Rosalini, of course! She could totally keep that rat bastard Garcin in his place . . .