Bow Tie o’ the Day wore its molecules, and we all went out to Daybreak for an appointment with my crazy-head doctor. Contrary to the picture here, I was not in need of “urgent care.” Nah, me and the doc just had a scheduled talk-talk-talk-and-talk-some-more therapy session. I never leave my sessions with answers to anything, but I think I do figure out the right questions– which allow me to surf the waves of my bipolar life.
Questions can give purposeful direction to our travels. They make our lives our own. If we follow the herd for the sole purpose of following the herd, we have no individual selves. We murder our individual souls by allowing the herd to decide and to act for us. Herds don’t like questions. Questions lead to thinking, which is an individual act. Herds aren’t high on personal responsibility either. “I didn’t do it. The herd did it,” let’s us off the hook for what happens– whether it happens in our house, our city, our country, our schools, etc.. The herd mentality makes us believe we’re powerless without the herd. That’s not true. You have all the power. You even have all the superpowers. And I’m telling you about your power as one li’l individual to another li’l individual. Put on your cape, and ask questions.