"I guess I have a lot of problems, so many that I don't have time to go into them all in detail. Suffice it to say I'm anal, obsessive, vain, quick to temper, overly introspective, lazy, judgmental, insecure, and self-righteous. Probably the most annoying thing about me is that I'm hugely opinionated. But I kind of make up for that by always being right."


Monday, August 07, 2006

Day 64: Zealots Get Thee Behind Me

There are two types of people who are offended by what I'm trying to do with this project. In fact, they sometimes act as though they're actually afraid of it. Religious zealots are one type, of course. Even worse, though, are the psychology zealots. You know the type -- they've been in therapy (group and private) forever, they've read dozens of self-help books, attended countess seminars, and are the most screwed-up people on the planet. And like their deluded religious counterparts, they annoy everybody with whom they come into contact. It's hard to tell what's worse, their non-stop platitudes or their self-righteous attitudes.

Religious zealots think I should put my life in the hands of God. Psychology zealots think I should put my life in the hands of their so-called experts. If I can do this on my own, if I can take back control of my life and find happiness without the help of their divine prophets, maybe their slavish devotion to their particular chosen paths was for naught.

So they cower behind their anonymity and take pot shots. Their fingers scurry across their keyboards like rats on a drainboard. They lob their words carefully, so as to appear they mean no offense, and then slink back into their holes before having to take any responsibility for their actions.

Well, you know what? Fuck you. I'm going to do this thing. And I'm going to do it without the crutches you've convinced yourself you need to make it through life. I'm going to do it with willpower. Because I don't believe in God. And I don't believe in therapy. I believe in free will.

And I believe in me.