The Memo (Part 1) – Honesty

“Hell no my name ain’t Bradley.”

Anthony Kiedis

Honesty is dangerous. But since, for the time being, I have decided to abandon my “Plan A” career, I’ll give it a go. If employers aren’t reading resumes, they’re def not reading blogs, right? (And if I change my mind I can always delete this😉).

At 32 I feel like I am finally starting to be open and honest. And finally starting to connect with my friends and family as a result. That’s not a choice, btw. It’s a luxury. A biologically-dependent affordance. An actualized ability to articulate. Articulation isn’t easy, especially for someone suffering from autism, ADD, depression. I really try to avoid labels (Because they ignore the root cause, for one), but for communication purposes… you get the picture. Dang, bi-polar’s sexier^ (snaps fingers).

Honesty is dangerous. Try it too soon and you’ll scare people away. I’m a cautious introverted guppie, which is why I’ve waited 32 years with everyone else. I waited just 4 years to tell my ex I loved her. Too soon. She swam away😏

Once upon a time I was training to become a psychologist. My favorite school of thought is humanist / existential. Maslow’s heirarchy of needs, self-actualization. Carl Rogers’ depiction of the “Fully functioning person.” Ring a bell? (No, not Pavlov’s dogs, that’s behaviorism). What I mean is, have you heard of the humanists?

To be continued…

Wow that was the easiest post I’ve ever written.

E.F.