
Actually I’m a lot tired of books on studies. Let me be a bit more clearer. Self-help books that go on and on describing a study, setting up the participants, putting them in MRI machines, and the truths they discovered on being human. Chapter after chapter. Where does this disdain come from you might ask?
I don’t live in a fucking lab and as logical as these findings are they really don’t help me change much because two more paragraphs down they explain another study where different parts of our brain lit uP and what that’s supposed to mean. OR they have so many fucking quotes from dead white dudes my head starts spinning. AND to go way off on another tangent why the hell are there hardly any self-* books by women authors listed on Amazon? Seriously! Frick off already!
I get much more from an individual just explaining how they personally navigated a difficult part of their life. At a minimum I can resonate on how difficult it can be to live in this collective and many times find inspiration and hope from their personal story. Somewhere along the way our elders stopped telling us stories and we searched out the great wisdoms. It’s just not the same!
I’ll leave you with …”so there’s that”.
Dwight

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