Metacognition: Thinking About Thinking

Those who know about such things say that in any relationship there is one up and one down in terms of power over or who has the upper hand.  In a healthy relationship, this will alternate.  I don’t think this is true in the relationship with ourselves.

I once pondered metacognition – the thinking about thinking.  You know how you’re standing at the kitchen doing dishes, and you say to yourself, “Today I have to buy coffee, mail that package, text Cindy, and return that awful blouse”? And then later you get home and realize you forgot to buy coffee, so as you drive to the Dollar General you say, “You are so stupid, how could you forget coffee!”

Ok?  Who is the I?  And who is the You in these conversations we have in our head?  I submit the one saying “you are” is Jung’s Shadow Self, and I don’t think it’s ever good to let the Shadow be the upper cognition.  Or not good to let our Shadow have power-over for too long.  The Shadow is useful for pointing out our foibles and identifying what we need to work on, but giving that asshole upper reign for too long guarantees a miserable person.

Marie-Louise von Franz, a close associate of Jung, said:

[If and when] an individual makes an attempt to see his shadow, he becomes aware of (and often ashamed of) those qualities and impulses he denies in himself but can plainly see in others – such things as egotism, mental laziness, and sloppiness; unreal fantasies, schemes, and plots; carelessness and cowardice; inordinate love of money and possessions.

But Jung carried on quite a bit about the Shadow Self and the Collective Shadow. It’s fascinating stuff and time I did some more reading about it.

I think we are living in an era where the Collective Shadow of this country is romping unconstrained, and it’s high time for some serious therapy.  Our souls are crying out for rescue from this power that’s taken hold and won’t let go.

Dumpster Fire

Please! I am begging. I am. We are writers. Our words are or should be chosen with precision.

Stop for just a moment and consider the term dumpster fire. Define it.

Dumpster: large metal container used to hold garbage.

Fire: combustion or burning producing heat, light and smoke.

In other words: a dumpster fire is the burning of garbage within a metal container that may or may not produce noxious or poisonous smoke. They are generally easy to put out and not likely to spread.

Dumpster fire is in no way a metaphor for the current events the term is often applied to.

What is burning is not garbage. The fire is not easily put out. The harm is not minimal.

Stop it.

Use your words correctly.

Reblogging: Broccoli and the Importance of Staying in School

What are the odds of finding a photo of broccoli WITH cherries? http://www.flickr.com/photos/marcoveringa/3091439509/sizes/l/
What are the odds of finding a photo of broccoli WITH cherries? http://www.flickr.com/photos/marcoveringa

Back in 1990, my son’s teacher sent him home with a yellow ribbon pinned to his shirt – presumably my 5-year-old son was doing so to proclaim his support of the troops in the Gulf War. Never mind that when I asked him about the ribbon his explanation centered on the fact that the teacher gave it to him and all the kids were wearing them.

I had a melt down.

Now there ain’t nobody on this planet that is more supportive of troops than I am. I believe in a strong military. I just wish we’d quit putting them in situations that endanger them for stupid reasons – morally bankrupt reasons.

So. Small child. Yellow ribbon. School.

I sent him back to school the next day with his ribbon. The ribbon was attached to his shirt with a button emblazoned with “What if Kuwait’s No. 1 Export Was Broccoli?”

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Our wa is disturbed

Today, my wa is disturbed. Our wa is disturbed.

Wa? Wa is a Japanese term the meaning of which is morphing here lately, but originally it meant harmony or peaceful unity.  It applies to personal relationships, living environments, and even corporate boardrooms. It also meant peaceful community over individuality. It’s a strange concept for westerners to grasp especially those of us in the cult of individuality. 

Which I am.

I am all about the individual.

But I am also all about harmony between individuals. 

I made the mistake of turning on the news last Friday evening. Memphis Police released the Tyree Nichols video. I only caught the tail end of it, but it was enough to bring tears.

I am in a foul mood. 

The world, this country, seems to get uglier and uglier. I posted on Facebook a meme I made.  A few people liked it. One person commented. Nobody shared it.

Nobody.

I am so tired of hearing:

“I don’t understand why he didn’t just… I don’t understand why she was wearing… I don’t understand why they won’t just fix their own country…”

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