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Monday, May 25, 2020

THE CASE AGAINST MY JOB

I have worked in residential treatment for over thirteen years. I have worked in 3 treatment centers in Utah County, one of which is a lock down facility. The treatment center at which I currently work is by far the easiest treatment center for which I have worked and, frankly, its very existence is part of the reason why my time at the lock down was absolute hell. To illustrate why this is the case, and why my current job should not exist, I will use two examples of similar situations in different fields.

Three years ago I came across an article from a local newspaper calling the entire city of Draper, UT "heartless" and "hypocritical" fake Mormons. At the time, Salt Lake County, which includes Draper, was struggling to deal with a homelessness crisis which was brought on in part by their ongoing housing crisis. For decades the problem of homelessness had been dealt with almost entirely by 1-2 facilities in downtown Salt Lake City--mere blocks from Mormon headquarters. Because of my job, I have talked with people who have spent some time in those facilities. Let me just say, they are no place for children. They are dirty, crowded and rife with predators seeking to make the most vulnerable in our society their victims. Many of the people who use these facilities are teenagers who have been forced out of their oppressive religious homes for the "crime" of being LGBT. But that's a separate issue.

The County officials came up with a new solution to this overt problem: build several smaller homeless shelters and food banks throughout the county, thereby mitigating and spreading out the crime and making it harder for predators to target vulnerable people. Several cities in the metropolitan area were zoned as potential candidates for shelters, including Draper, UT.

But the people of Draper, who were notoriously wealthy as evidenced by their mini-mansions along the mountain side, were outraged when the local leaders they had elected offered to help take on this burden. They held a city council meeting where council members and residents could make their case for or against the proposition. The city council started the meeting by making their case for the shelter, and they were promptly and enthusiastically boo'd off the stage. The residents had made their disgust very clear.

The author of the article, a resident in a neighboring city, put it this way:

"Just to be clear, LDS people (i.e. Mormons) in Draper are turning away even the possibility of a homeless shelter for women and children. Allow me to double down on this point: Within view of three LDS temples, the LDS population of Draper has turned away even the idea of providing a home for impoverished women and children."

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"The incivility was at a crescendo. Draper Mayor Walker and Salt Lake County Mayor McAdams could hardly get two words out before they were shouted down. It was a disgusting display of un-Christian, un-thinking, materialistic selfishness. For those hypocritical LDS snobs in attendance, a new temple is okay in their city but not a building created to express what is taught in the new temple. In that case the new temple, if attended by these people, becomes a whited sepulcher. It’s like a scene straight out of the Book of Mormon when self-righteous, pharisaical, wealthy church adherents marched up to the Rameumpton to cite their scripted prayers while denying the poor any opportunity to participate. Well, the poor then and the homeless women and children now should be grateful not to take part in such communities."


For those unfamiliar with Mormon teachings, let me just say that level of chastisement cuts quite deep to a believing Mormon. 

Other cities in the county promptly offered to take on an added share of the burden left by Draper. And while the problem of homelessness has not gone away three years later, as far as I can tell from the next county over, none of the cities which have since built homeless shelters have fallen into an apocalyptic frenzy of crime and debauchery. Although I cannot speak to the value of their homes. 

The second example is broader and more conceptual, but follows a similar line of reasoning. For decades I have heard people decry the state of public schools in America. Several people I know quite well have the means to send their children to either private or charter schools. These schools often have criteria which excludes many children from attending. Effectively, these schools take out from the public school system the children with the highest test scores and most financially and emotionally stable families, which leaves behind the children on the other end of the spectrum. And with the current head of the Department of Education, Betsy DeVos, openly and freely giving money intended for public schools to charter schools, the divide between the "haves" and the "have-not's" grows ever wider and deeper. 

I'm not saying having private schools is the entire problem. I'm saying it's a contributing factor that is exacerbating a huge and growing societal issue. 

In conversations with people who have worked in residential treatment far longer than I, I have noticed a trend: many treatment centers are becoming more chaotic and dangerous in recent years. Forty years ago, there was only one treatment center in my county. Things weren't perfect, but they were manageable. They had some students who acted out violently, and some students who simply needed a shoulder to cry on and some guidance. Overall, things were relatively calm. When I started working at this facility in 2012, my manager had been working for that facility for thirty years and everyone else on her shift had 5-25 years of experience. When I left that facility five years later, myself and two other staff, including the new manager who had about six years of experience, were the only ones on our shift who had been working in treatment for more than a year. And we had the most experienced shift in the facility by far. Things had clearly changed. 

Thirty years ago, a therapist working at that facility thought they could build a better program. So they started an all-girls program in the mountains. Now, that new facility is almost as big as the first facility, and they don't have nearly as many issues. Why? They stopped taking in patients with Conduct Disorder, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, Reactive Attachment Disorder, and similar diagnoses and instead took in more students on the Autism Spectrum who do not act out as violently. 

Fifteen or so years ago, the facility at which I currently work did something similar, but with even stricter criteria for acceptance of patients. They focus on patients with processing disorders. Should a patient exhibit a level of defiance or violence beyond our level of structure, rather than meeting the patient where they are, we send them packing. And since this facility is for young adults, their options are largely limited to high structure wilderness programs, psychiatric hospitals and prisons, or their parents' basement (which is most often the case). We push out the patients who need the most help and say our program is better than other programs which would take those patients in because our numbers look better on paper. Why do they look better? Because we have the easiest patients to work with in the entire industry. 

The mere existence of the facility where I am currently employed is in large part the reason my time at the lock down facility was so rough and violent. And they have the audacity to tell me it's because the lock down utilizes "Behavior Modification Techniques" instead of "Relationship Based Techniques." Let me be clear, the lock down wants to use Relationship Based Techniques because that is the direction the entire industry is trying to move, but they can't because of the acuity of the patients, the severity with which the patients acted out, and the low numbers and high level of burn out of the staff who are trying their damnedest to help them. They use Behavior Modification Techniques not because they want to, but because they have to in order to keep the patients safe. The only way lock down facilities could even dream of operating exclusively on Relationship Based Treatment is if they drastically increase the number of staff by at least two or three times. This is because of the sheer amount of time and energy it takes to talk an acute patient down from a ledge. And with a staff-to-student ratio of two staff to sixteen patients, there simply is not enough time in the day to get to all the struggling students. There just isn't. And since residential treatment centers operate much like our school system (where higher functioning students are separated from lower functioning students while also getting more money and higher qualified personnel), lock downs will continue to consolidate the patients who struggle the most, act out the most violently, and only have access to the most emotionally burned out staff in the industry.  

No wonder they have riots nearly every single day. No wonder during my five years there I had to restrain literally thousands of patients (I tried to do the math; the most conservative estimate I came up with was still over a thousand restraints). And it's no wonder that insurance companies look at the number of incidents at these facilities and pull patients from them, thereby reducing their funding even more, and creating an even deeper divide. But when all the lock downs are closed, and all the experienced staff are spent, where will the patients who need the most help go? Certainly not the facilities which remain with their higher standards and ample funding. That would hurt the patients who are doing so well. 

If residential treatment centers followed the example of Salt Lake County (excluding Draper, of course) and had facilities which took in patients of all types of diagnoses (similar to public schools), then the patients which act out the most violently would be surrounded by patients who don't. They wouldn't be in a facility of 150+ students who actively try to hurt themselves and others. They would have examples of people with similar issues acting more moderately. There likely would be an effect where some students who would not normally act out violently would do so, but the reverse would also be true since they would have access to staff who are better equipped to help them when they need it most. In many ways, the group as a whole would be elevated. Funding would be more evenly distributed. Staff-to-student ratios would be higher. Riots would be less frequent. A patient who self-harms wouldn't encourage as many other patients to hurt themselves, causing a domino effect throughout the facility. And the patients--the children--who need the most help would be able to find it in a calm and supportive manner.

But it will never happen because the profit motive for facilities like the one I work at is too high to take that kind of risk. So I am stuck with a choice: continue working for a facility which literally contributed to the trauma I experienced for five years; go back to working at a facility with the most acute patients which will likely cause me more trauma; or throw away thirteen years of experience and try to find a simple, menial job in a completely new field. 

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

WHY THE WORLD NEEDS SOUTHPARK

some say that the world is going to waste. they also say that today's youth are arrogant, crude know-it-alls with mixed morals. they say that the next generation is a bust and will never be up to the task of fixing the U.S. in years to come. how can a bunch of whiny emo kids (which are just like goth kids, only wimpier) get their act together and resolve the international conflicts that other generations have done such a bang up job with up to this point. racism, sexism, homophobia, gas prices, taxes, education, welfare, social security, health care and giant walls at every port and boarder are just too daunting for today's snot-nosed brats. simply put, we have raised a bunch of pussies.
kids today dont have a good system of morals because we havent told them where to find them. we used to say go to your parents, but, let's face it, we are no better than they are. children of the hippie revolution are just as messed up as any other generation. the problem is that it is a perpetual cycle of ignorance and stupidity. they have resorted to sources like mtv, comedy central, the internets and, of course, friends (blind leading the blind = dumb leading the dumber).

a couple months ago i watched a little film called "idiocracy." not the best film i've ever seen but it was still pretty funny and it made an interesting point. the basic idea is that the doctors and lawyers of our generation are either too busy to have children or they use birth control, have abortions, etc, and the only people who are having children nowadays are stupid people. so in 500 years natural selection will wipe out anyone with even half a brain and our precious democracy will be replaced with a dumbed up version called "idiocracy." sadly, this is actually a pattern you can see. of course, this theory doesnt take into account religious peoples which discourage birth control (probably for this very reason).

so how does southpark fit in to all of this? you see, people often dont realize the moral lessons hidden inside every episode of southpark. the basic formula of a southpark episode is as follows: take a controversial topic; show both sides of the topic at their absolute most extreme; explain that both sides are bad/stupid/extreme; show an alternative way, usually some sort of compromise down a middle path.

case and point: they did an episode on homosexuality and political correctness. mr garrison realizes that he can do anything he wants at school because if the school reprimands him, he can claim prejudice towards him for being gay. eventually the whole town gets sucked into this overly protective mentality and no one can stop mr garrison as he slowly turns southpark into a gay-pride orgy in the streets. everyone just lets it happen for fear of being politically incorrect. finally, the kids show the towns folk that just because some one is gay doenst mean it is politically incorrect to call them perverted or out of line if that is exactly what they are. be accepting of people's differences but if they cross the line of social appropriateness call them on it. no one is above anyone else. if we are all equal, we should all be held to the same standard. this goes for all groups, races, sexes and religions.

well, so what? the point im trying to make here is that today moral codes are hard to come by. sure southpark can be crude and push the boundaries of entertainment (how else are they supposed to get your attention while myspace and youtube are running strong), but when you look at the target audience of southpark (teenagers and young adults--america's future) and their other sources of entertainment (and ethics), it really is their best source of right and wrong.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

LET'S GET PISSED

yesterday i had a great ride out to mona, utah. dont worry, i turned around and came straight back. this trip showed me that my bike is still awesome. really awesome. perhaps even too awesome. i honestly have doubts that i could actually hold on to the bike if i where to let it go as fast as it seems to want to (the speedometer goes up to 140 mph; which is about where i think it would red-line).

later that evening i was showing off my bike to my roommates and friends who hadnt seen it yet. of course they had only good things to say about it (even tho one of them was too scared to actually sit on it).

yet, amid my feelings of ecstasy, i did feel kinda... bipolar. during this session of show and tell i received some interesting information. a girl that i used to work with (and apparently loves motorcycles) recently became engaged. and of course the sentence following indicated that she was "soo attracted to you." which sucks because feelings turned out to be mutual... it was a "i like her, but i dont think she likes me, so i wont show any interest for fear of embarrassment and a potentially awkward work environment" sort of thing. so i never had the balls to ask her out.

i realize that this sort of thing happens to everyone, and getting the timing of relationships down is part of what makes dating so hard. but how many times is this exact situation (i find out after the girl i am interested in is engaged to someone else, that she was actually interested in me) going to replay itself? i mean, come on! is this something that girls do on purpose? once they finally seal the deal they run around to all the guys that had a chance and rub it in their faces? is it out of bitterness that the guys never asked them out?

i guess in all fairness, they are never the ones to tell me that they are engaged (or interested). it is usually a good-intentioned friend or family member oblivious to the situation (one girl's new mother-in-law told me AT THE RECEPTION "dont feel bad; if you hadnt been on a mission, she would have married you"). and i dont really blame them. it is just easier to play the victim and turn my frustrations into bitterness.

at least my motorcycle still loves me...

Monday, February 25, 2008

FER-DRIZZLE

is anyone else put off by the fact that today is the first day this year with a reasonable temperature and i cant ride my motorcycle to work?

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

CAPTAIN INSENSITIVE

when i first considered starting a blog i figured it would be sort of an anonymous online journal, where total strangers would stumble upon my posts, be intrigued/offended and never meet me. i had absolutely no intention of ever showing my blog to anyone i knew personally. this would allow me to be unbiased in my judgements of others and keep things edgy without any "real world" repercussions. not a bad idea really. but the reality it is, the internet is not as full of inquisitive blog-searching sheep as i had thought. so i branched out.


sure, you might be thinking that i, captain insensitive--the perpetual heckler, would have no problem speaking my mind, even if it insults or offends someone. and that is fairly true, actually. i try my best to truthful and forthright and i have a tendency to do it in a peanut gallery style. but even i have my limits. i have a pretty good idea of the things that would really set off my closer associates. and so i usually dont bother bringing up those things. im talking about stuff like someone talking too much, or scaring visitors away, or stealing love interests. ya know, the stuff that would crush a person if i told them what i really think of them...


and dont assume that i am the only one who thinks like this. i know that i do stuff that pisses people off and i can sometimes tell when they bite their lip so they dont offend me. everyone does it. everyone passes judgment--even if they feel hypocritical about it. it is only human. so what is the big deal then? why cant we bring up certain things that really piss us off about our friends? isnt that the only way to resolve the situation and not let is fester and build up? even though i dont always follow it, i do believe people should bring these sorts of things up, at the very least so the other person knows about it and can try to minimize it when you are around. and really you would be doing them a favor since you are probably not the only person to notice it...
so what? so people hold grudges without ever telling the other person. who cares, right? the fact of the matter is, you have to decide whether holding a secret grudge is a fair trade for the uncomfortable revealing conversation.

as for me, i will continue to poke fun at my anonymous friends for all the blog-reading sheep...


let the paranoia begin...

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

MIS-ADVENTURES IN WINTER TRAVELS

so i went home for chirstmas like i usually do. only this year i decided to only go home for a few days instead of the more traditional few weeks. this is mostly due to my work schedule, but is also due to my inability to entertain myself at home for such a long period of time. 4 days was all i got/needed to enjoy my trip. well, i should clarify that the trip itself was good but the traveling part was less than good. perhaps even bad.

to start out, my flight was scheduled for dec 24 (supposedly the busiest travel day of the year) at about 11am. i didnt have to check in luggage so i left about 3 hours before my flight figuring that would be plenty of time to get through security and such. after about 30 minutes of driving i realized that my ticket was sitting on my desk. so i turned around and, going about 90 mph, got home, got the ticket and got back on the road. i continued to go 90 mph all the way to the airport, passing cars and cops alike (and i still didnt get pulled over. honestly, what DO utah cops do?) and i made it to the airport about an hour before my flight was scheduled to leave, thinking that i was never going to make it through security on time. but it turns out that the christmas rush was about three days earlier when byu/uofu/uvsc all got out of school. i breezed through security in five minutes.

everything was looking up as i boarded my flight to reno, nevada... where i spent three hours waiting for my connection to seattle (by the way, reno was also dead... i had an entire wing to myself. no one was there to witness me make a mess of my $7 sub sandwich). it was for this very reason that i bought a new 80 gig zune. unfortunately, it was scheduled to arrive via ups later that day. luckily, i still had my 1/2 gig sandisk and happily listened to metallica's "black," ac/dc's "dirty deeds done dirt cheap," tool's "10,000 days," some flyleaf album i found, and a mix of wolfmother songs, all while trying to figure out how to take off the auto-fill option while texting on my new cell phone. and my flight was delayed, so i listened to "10,000 days" again. i got to seattle at about 6pm.

in related news, my return trip took the regular 2 hours and i was home in time to for lunch.

in less related news, my car heater is frozen (i assume, it did the same thing last year) and i had the thrill of my life yesterday as i tried desperately to scrape away the ice that was rapidly forming on the inside of my windshield as i drove through byu traffic with this much [......] visibility. luckily, i had a half gallon bottle filled with hot water under my coat to keep me warm...

in even less related news, i am planning a road trip to vegas in the spring (end of semester-ish) with some friends (moydie and i will be on motorcycles). let me know if any of you are interested.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

SAVAGE BEASTS

it has been a while since i have talked about music. so i thought i would, ya know, talk about it. first, lets start with some of the musical events i have been to recently. last night i went to my sister's byu orchestra concert. she is a bassist. she's pretty good. much better than the rest of the orchestra anyway. i suppose that isnt fair. it is not an auditioned group so naturally you are going to get some people in there who just absolutely love music and love to play, but who just simply arent very good at it. all in all, it wasnt bad. it was a step up from your average high school orchestra.

speaking of high school music groups, the highlight of the event reminded me of something that i did during a concert. while playing a really high note on my trumpet and standing on a chair with my legs locked, i passed out and fell on top of the trombone section.

last night's mishap happened after the first song. a second violinist had positioned her chair a little too close to a stairway to the left of the stage. as one of the chair's legs scooted to the edge of the stairway, she very slowly began to fall. in desperation she grabbed the dress of a fellow second violinist and temporarily stopped her fall. that is, until her contemporary started scooting backwards as well. the second second-violinist went heels over head in her best black dress, taking with her a microphone stand, and landing atop the first second-violinist. and the crowd cheered. (it was one of those "you-didnt-die-so-we-get-to-laugh-at-you" moments).

then there was the director. i have been in several musical groups, and i can never understand a director who gets really "into it." you know what im talking about. they get up there and wildly swing their baton about as though they are warding off some invisible flying creature; every once in a while they point at a random section as if they might forget that they are playing; they raise and lower their hands vigorously because they arent quite sure if the clarinets know how to read the dynamic markings on the sheet music; and they have crazy hair.

in my opinion, directors like that are entertaining to some, but insulting to those who actually know how to read music. during a performance, the director is pretty much just a human metronome ("cracked pepper with your cowbell, sir?") and unless the band is actually filled to the brim with idiots who dont know the first thing about music, they should never "get into it" (i also dont like musicians who "sway" or gamers who contort the controller--it really doesnt help).

anyway, on to my brother's concert. my brother is a freshman at byu. he is actually really good. major universities fought over him. and for what? to have him join a non-auditioned concert band? nope. my high school alma mater has one of the best high school jazz programs in the country. we have played and recorded with some of today's finest jazz professionals. world class musicians request to work with this ensemble. ok, so this probably means nothing in today's over produced hip-hop society. but the second jazz band wins major competitions all the time so the first band must be good, right?

anyway, my freshman brother is the lead trumpet in byu's jazz synthesis (byu's premiere jazz band).

so i went to the synthesis christmas concert (they also have an over-zealous director, but not to the same degree as the orchestra dude. but this is probably due to his prosthetic legs). now, i know more about jazz bands than i do about orchestras so i'll keep this simple. the band as a whole is really good. they have some very talented musicians in the band (my brother being one of them). they were tight and together; they played the complicated sections almost flawlessly; dynamics were solid; and they had a good sense of rhythm, balance and blending. the main complaint i had was their improvisation.

frankly, it was somewhat lacking. the soloists had very little variety in style and played the same handful of mid-ranged notes the entire time. not to mention they all used similar repetitive riffs as "fillers" until they could think of something more interesting to play. according to my brother they dont spend much time at all on improv. i guess the director finds it less important than those others thing i just said. but improv is the basis of jazz. that is where it begins. i could understand if the director didnt think it was important and kept the improv to a minimum, but every song had at least five featured soloists. that's more than some high school jam sessions! and it seemed like the solos were mostly going to the upper classmen (who in theory should be better than the lower classmen, although they failed to support that theory) rather than to the most qualified.

they also decided to bring in a half-rate professional vocalist who luckily only "scatted" once. in general vocalists irritate me. sure, every one hates the stereotypical lead singer of a band who thinks he is god's gift to women and rock and roll, who can no more sing on key than pluck out a chord on a piano. but jazz singers are equally annoying to me. anyone who doesnt know how to read music or play a single chord or scale on at least one instrument has no right scatting. ever. and even if you can do those things it doesnt mean you are good.

i hate it when a singer gets the lime light when the true talent is standing right behind him. "but he writes such wonderful lyrics." fine. keep your lyrics where all "great" literature belongs--in a book. music has very little to do with lyrics and i am disappointed that pop culture has forgotten this and we reward those who can rhyme and talk fast with grammy's and hail them as musicians. they are not musicians. they are vocalists at best. musicians play instruments. vocalists mimic them. dont believe me? where do you think scatting came from? wino's?

so why does this irritate me so much? it is simple really. anyone can sing. really, anyone who can talk can learn how to sing. the amount of musical knowledge it takes to sing is slightly above zero. the amount of musical knowledge it takes to sing well is equivalent to a novice instrumentalist. the amount of musical knowledge it takes to sing professionally is equivalent to a novice instrumentalist. why? because they dont need to know how modes work, or how keys are formed, or how chord progressions can be altered. they dont even need to know how to transpose or transcribe. instrumentalists do (charlie parker was mocked off stage in a jazz club in new orleans because he couldnt play a certain song in a certain key). vocalists can get by with natural talent and singing by ear (i.e. frank sinatra). it takes years of practice and study to even become a novice instrumentalist (like my sister's orchestra). they will never become professionals and never teach more than private lessons on the side. but they have put more time and effort into their craft than your average "professional" singer.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

NEW QUERK

i think just about every one has an uncommon viewpoint on some obscure topic. for years older generations thought jazz was the devil's music. now most people think jazz is one of the more innocent genres of music (you'd never see fats domino pimping out crack whores to pay for his next record. nor would frank sinatra ever sing about his "gang" affiliations). but that is a poor example of what im talking about. how about converting all 4-way stops to round-abouts? or making basic traffic violations felonies? or putting fluoride in the water (or not)? arming police with non-lethal potato guns? instead of using animals for vital scientific testing just use members of peta...?
i only agree with some of those. im not saying which...

i recently watched an HBO special on ingrid newkirk. she is middle aged, blond, divorced, british, atheist, vegan, obsessive, compulsive, imposing, quirky, fanatical, conniving, condescending, self-righteous, and is the head of a domestic terrorist organization called peta.

i am continually surprised by the number of people sucked into her campaign. she uses tactics such as trespassing, slander, destruction of private property, and vandalism to get what she wants (that's called domestic terrorism). some say she is a saint for speaking for animals who cant speak for themselves (unless she is Mrs Doolittle, i think they might be exaggerating a bit). i say she is a miss-guided vigilante with too much time and money to waste on her cause ("but her cause is so good and holy. she is the next nelson mandela." im sorry but the ethical treatment of animals is no more equal to the civil rights movement than the war in iraq is equal to "Nam." (similarities ≠ "equal") ).

and how dare they equate it to the holocaust.

think about it, science can only progress through proper testing. and proper testing almost always requires test subjects. small animals are the perfect test subjects prior to human testing. and for those of you who think that i am heartless and cruel to the core, just so you know, not all testing is dangerous or even painful. in fact, most scientific testing is neither. if you take away proper testing we will never find a cure for AIDS and cancer and TB and so on. tell me, which is the greater good?

ok, so let's talk about the slaughter houses she has infiltrated and "spied" on. they talk about isolated incidents where animals are mistreated before they are killed as if that is the norm. well, that is not the norm. for instance, at a turkey factory they put the birds on a conveyor belt before they are killed. peta's complaint is that the men pick up the birds by their feet and put them on the belt too forcefully and too quickly and some of the birds fall off the belt. i dont know how much you know about birds, but i used to raise chickens growing up (we would even kill and eat them) picking them up by their feet is not uncomfortable for them and it actually puts them to sleep. and as for falling off the belt, well i personally think that any creature that can fly (albeit only for short distances) can handle a 3-foot drop.

their only valid complaint that they actually had evidence of was an isolated incident where an employee kicked a turkey that had fallen off the belt. that should not have happened and i think butterball would agree that that type of behavior should not occur in their facilities.

the thing that really irritates me (other than the fact that they are so self-absorbed that you cant have a reasonable discussion with them. they are so convinced that they are right that they have no room for an actual debate--only mandates and ultimatums) is their method of protesting. it is all glamorized self-righteous illegal activity (did i mention public nudity?). and their targets? people that either dont want to talk to them in person (and who can blame them) or have cancelled an appointment. so naturally peta has the right to retaliate for the inconvenience through destroying the private property of those who have been so terribly rude.

if you support peta then you let the domestic terrorists win.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

NERVOUS BREAKDOWN

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

ICEY DEAD PEOPLE

"you are a unique individual... just like everybody else." some how i found a way to make this my motto in high school. i think it had something to do with my newly acquired sarcastic/morbid/disaffected sense of humor. i enjoy things that make fun of things that other people enjoy. this is also about the time i started to follow websites like despair.com and the very prestigious darwin awards.

many people have theories about why i am the way i am. i have dozens of hobbies. wrestling, hockey, rock music, jazz improvisation, trumpet, sax, clarinet, bass, piano, music composition, graphic design, pencil drawing, movie making, video games, motorcycles just to name a few. but i dont really seem to need much in the way of social interaction. in high school i usually spent my free time on one the above things all by myself and i was perfectly happy doing so. it wasnt until my second year of college that i decided having close friends would be a good thing. so i started making time for them. but i never considered it a need. more of a guilty pleasure.
i know im weird. i know i have issues with certain things. but i refuse to believe that it is all my dad's fault.
people are funny. they see some one else with similar issues and automatically assume that the cause must be the same. why do you think both adhd and depression among high school students exploded in the mid 90's? because some one had a son who couldnt sit still, took them to the shrink and that's what the doctor told them. that's not to say that the doctor copped out and just went with an easy answer. no, the kid probably did have adhd. the problem comes when the kids mother starts telling all of her bingo buddies that they finally took her kid to a psychologist and he fixed everything. so the other mothers start saying "oh, you know what, i think jonny has the same thing. what were his symptoms?" then the mother starts spitting out a list of things that virtually any kid is guilty of and the other mothers blow it out of proportion, and all of a sudden everyone has adhd and a shrink on speed dial.
so what does this have to do with my dad? i have noticed that the media has a simple formula for today's bread-winning american dads. work-aholics who dont care about their delicate children and can never keep a promise to attend a recital or tournament or whatever. the children are all the same too. they are so distraught by the fact that daddy has to work during one of their many extra-curricular activities which they somehow have decided is more important than the rest of them and never speak to their father again. at this point the father has an epiphany and decides to risk loosing his job and puts the well being of said children in jeopardy because, dammit, enough is enough. and that is basically the best argument he can come up with as he slips in the back of the theater just in time to witness his child's big moment dancing to the theme of peter and the wolf. and it is at this pivotal point that i vomit.

the reality is i was one of those children. sort of. ok, maybe my dad was one of those dad's. sort of. my dad was very busy. during most of my childhood he was a doctor and a bishop and so on. he would get up at 4am and be gone before the kids were up, and he wouldnt get home until 8-9 ish. basically he was never home. one day some one asked me (at about the time i acquired my sarcastic/morbid/disaffected sense of humor) if it was hard for me to never see my dad because he was gone so much. to which i replied, "huh?"

i had never noticed. even when i was a kid and i watched movies and tv shows like the one i described above i never actually thought "wait a second! that is just like my dad! grrr, i hate him now. thank you hannah barbera for enlightening me to the ways of truth."

to all of you who read this and think that daddy is to blame for all that is wrong with you and that is why you have to get tattoos and go to raves to find your niche in life as a non-conformist as you drink coffee in the local star-bucks pissing on "the man" with all of your other non-conformist friends with the same eye-shadow as you, i say if daddy didnt love you enough when you were pure and innocent then i cant imagine your current behavior is helping the situation. which is why you are spiraling into self-loathing and depression (notice that i didnt say chemical depression; your depression has more to do your self-destructive behavior and chosen lack of self esteem and NOT your serotonin levels). so stop living your storybook tragedy and "grow up."

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

IT’S A MAD MAD (INSERT SYNONYM FOR MAD) MAD LIB

i have been wanting to write this (noun) for a (adjective) long time. i have never tried (verb) one of these before. here it (verb).

a few (measurement of time) ago some (nouns) and i went to see (pg-13 animated movie). it was very (adjective). it was like a (type of young animal) on (drug/supplement/performance-enhancing-somethingerother/herb). or maybe it was like a (favorite adjective about bleeding/dying) (type of young animal) in the circus. no, it was (definitely/probably/sometimes/sort-of) the first one.

so anyways, (pg-13 animated movie) was worth (verb). i will probably go and (verb) it again when it (verb) to the (adjective) theater.

but not all of my (nouns) could come to (pg-13 animated movie). i dont know if "could" is the right (noun) to use here. technically, they "could" have (verb). but (nagging wife) forbade it. (female pronoun) insisted they shouldnt go because it was (inappropriate adjective). more specifically, (10 year old boy from pg-13 animated movie) shows his (animated anatomical feature) during (pg-13 animated movie).

i guess it is good to know who wears the (article of clothing) and that (10 year old boy from pg-13 animated movie) has bigger (animated anatomical feature) than (male pronoun).

Friday, July 27, 2007

EXAMPLES

since i have lived in utah i have seen some of the crappiest drivers in my life. oh, they top anything i ever saw over seas. other countries may be aggressive and angry when they drive, but at least they are paying attention. most of utah's drivers are either on cell phones or talking to a passenger or having their own sing-along (gotta keep the chops up to par for men's chorus).

time for some examples. one time i was trying to turn left in an intersection in my car and the light turns yellow. since i am in the middle of the intersection waiting i expect to be able to turn before the cross traffic starts coming. but wait, there is an idiot in a roll cage on wheels gunning it through the intersection. luckily, i see him/her before i start turning and they run the red by about 2 seconds. as you may know, 2 seconds is considerably longer than the pause between red lights and the next green lights. as he/she clears the intersection cross traffic starts coming (apparently they are all idiots too since they didnt see my car sitting in the middle). so i did the only thing i could to avoid an accident--i gunned it and almost hit the cross traffic. and guess who everyone honks at....

the worst one i ever saw, though, involved a pedestrian. it was after dark and i was waiting to go straight through an intersection. to my right was a pedestrian also waiting. when the light turns green a car in the left turn lane guns it through the intersection trying to beat myself and the pedestrian. we both let him win.

now, it could be that the bubble is the source of all this stupidity since there are about 30,000 students in about a 5 mile radius. in fact, i was absolutely sure that this was the main reason for the chaos. until this morning.
on my way to work i was just riding my motorcycle, minding my own business, when along comes a dodge charger police vehicle trying to merge into my lane with ME still occupying it. he didnt even use his blinker!
it must be the water.

Monday, July 02, 2007

COCKED

i just figured something out. i dont write much anymore and i think it is because over time my posts have been aimed at entertaining people who might read this. that's not to say i dont like it when people read my blog, i have just noticed that i have slowly started writing for the readers and not myself. so what is the difference? i rant a lot more when i dont think people will read something.

so, here i go.

i played my trumpet today for the first time in about six months. i stopped playing regularly last summer because i got tired of people complimenting me on my 'incredible ability to improvise' when they dont know the first thing about it.* ignorance is bliss. apparently they didnt notice what the byu music program did when i auditioned for the jazz band and didnt make it. the fact is, im not that good. shut up, i mean it. my technique sucks, i have a crappy armature, and i cant play very high. i have a decent sense of rhythm and style, but im sloppy. i have developed a technique over the years of guessing the chords rather than taking the time to actually figure them out. in other words, i got pretty good at playing by ear.

i know how to read music and chord progressions very well. im just lazy. you see, when i first got into jazz (8th grade) i got some play-a-long cds and just played the same thing over and over for hours. i would simply figure out the root chord and only play that. i had a great time just playing whatever the crap i wanted. but it didnt help me get any better. long story short, i use a more sophisticated version of that same model.

well, today just reaffirmed the effectiveness of that system so long as i only play along with cds. i suppose it is enough to impress those who dont know any better.**

for most of my life i have struggled with accepting compliments. i used to fight it. i would actually argue with the person and downplay anything nice they might have to say about me. this brings me to the one personality i truly hate. and i mean hate.

cocky people.

i knew a kid in high school, named brandon, who was just that. he was the lead sax in the jazz band and had a passionate romp with a very popular girl. so naturally he thought he was god's gift to anything and everything. that's all im going to say about him. he was the second person i ever hated.

the first person was a basketball player in 6th grade, named adam. he actually tried to convince me that basketball was a full contact sport. me!?! i was a freaking wrestler. i know what full contact is and i refuse to believe that a sport that penalizes you for touching some one's hand is great. sorry, paige. basketball sucks.

anyways, because i loath cocky people i often try to do the opposite. not because im humble. hardly. im a pretty cocky bastard myself. and it is one of the things i hate most about myself.

so, im sure i have offended some of you. if i have, eh, you'll probably get over it. if you dont get over it, then stop reading my blog.

* jazz is a lost art. im sorry for those of you who read this thinking "i know what jazz is. i love jazz. big bad voodoo daddy is awesome. nora jones has an amazing voice. swing dancing if fun." the fact is, most people who like "swing" are dorks that dont know the first thing about it. just take a walk through the HFAC and you'll see what i mean. if you can tell the difference between maynard ferguson and jon faddis then you might know what you are talking about. anyone ever heard of sammy nestico? buddy rich? mingus? the duke? didnt think so.

** dont even get me started on vocalists.

Monday, March 19, 2007

MISINFORMED

yesterday, i went to a friend's apartment to eat cookies. chocolate chip and butterscotch, if you must know. this is a pretty typical outing for myself and my roommates. pretty much every sunday we go, eat cookies, and make fun of the neighbors. good times had by all. except for the neighbors. unless they are masochists. which they might be. j/k roflmao /chuckle

anyway, while we were there a semi-regular cookie eater shows up. he chimes in every once in a while, trying to contribute to the wise cracks about how so-and-so's boyfriend is a "duh-duh-duh" (mind of mencia, for those of you who didnt get it right a way). and then he puts in his two cents about how eating right before going to bed is bad for you, makes you fatter, and you magically acquire more calories. and i shot him down.

it is a common view actually. i have heard it several times over the last few years. but it doesnt make any sense. his argument was this (and i assume he was just spitting out something he heard on the radio or something, like most people do about such things. they have no formulated opinions of their own, only borrowed information. but they sure do get defensive when someone calls them out on it) "when you eat the food and go to bed the calories get stored in the body, and they become harder to use, so you gain weight."

fine, i'll explain the process even further. you consume calories, you go to bed, your body's metabolism drops as does your caloric expenditure meaning you need less calories to run basic bodily functions like breathing and heart rate. the calories not used then become stored as glycogen and fat. fat takes more time to breakdown into usable glucose (which is where i think the theory comes from). so what is the effect on the body? you might become slightly more lethargic when you wake up.

you see, when it comes to gaining weight it comes down to a simple equation. calories consumed > calories used. that is it. when people say they have a glandular problem that prevents them from losing weight, what they mean is the glands are releasing a hormone which gives them a feeling of being hungry, or the glands fail to release a hormone that would have them feeling full after eating. either way the result is that they eat more food than they will use through exercise.

the idea that once calories are stored as fat they are never coming back is ridiculous. your body is constantly adding to and taking from your fat stores. it just happens to do it more quickly after a few minutes of aerobic exercise. so eating before you sleep has nothing to do with weight gain. calories weigh the same no matter how they are stored in the body. and even if it did affect the body in the way it was explained to me last night, i cant think of a single situation where it would cause significant weight gain. if you are eating right and exercising regularly, a few extra fat cells wont last more than a day anyway. and if you are obese then you have bigger issues than the time of day you are eating more than your share (no offense).

i just dont get health fads.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

HOOCHIE HOOCHIE HOOCHIE

WARNING: ANY LADIES WHO READ THIS SHOULD DO SO WHILE WEARING GUY'S SHOES.

i have participated in and been the subject of several conversations concerning dating. it is awkward, really. usually it is not so much about dating itself as it is about not dating. i have been accused of not putting forth any effort and not asking girls out for superficial reasons. fair enough. however, in my defence i will say that 'dating' is not what it used to be and there are, in fact, alternatives to dating (at least in the initial stages of the relationship). you see, i can tell you within five minutes of a conversation with a girl if i will ever have any interest in ever possibly pursuing even a casual relationship with that girl. oh, i'm good.

with that said, get off your soap boxes about how hanging out is bad and first dates are good. the first date is a sham. you can get to know some one quite well with out the pressure of a good impression. besides, i have talked to older generations (much, much older, mind you). dating meant something quite different. when we say 'dating' we actually mean paired off. the older generations would say that you are dating anyone you take out with any regularity. even if that means twice. so you could be 'dating' several people at the same time. in other words, the definition of dating 50 years ago and the current definition of hanging out are actually defining the same thing.

and another thing, what is so wrong about girls asking guys out on dates? is it immoral or simply tradition? im guessing the latter. and if it is tradition and nothing more, where did it come from? who started it? i know. it comes from the same people who said that women have no place outside the home and shouldnt vote. that's right, ladies, the comfortable assurance that you have no real responsiblity over the initializing of a relationship comes from sexist pigs whom you normally detest. so, stop complaining about not being asked out as often as you would like and take some initiative. i know for a fact that most guys are perfectly comfortable with the girl asking them out, if only for the first date. which should be enough for you to let him know you are interested in him.

let me tell you a story of what i mean by girls complaining about dating. in high school i knew a good christian girl who happened to be dating someone in a city about 45 minutes north. this 'long distance' relationship resulted in her only seeing him every once in a while. so she would go a week or two without a single date! gasp! so, about 6 months or more into this relationship she complains to me that no boys ever ask her out. to which i reply "you do know that you are dating 'so-and-so' right?" "gasp! well, its not like im engaged or married or anything like that. guys can still ask me out." i hope you are all thoroughly disgusted by this argument. taking out another man's girlfriend while full well knowing she isnt available is one step below adultery in my mind. if i were in that position i would probably break up with the hoochie mama and grab the guy by the testicles and run away with them.

i feel better.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

YET ANOTHER MISADVENTURE IN FAST FOOD

today i tried the philly cheese steak burger at carl's jr. and decided i like it. how ever, this wasnt the first time i have eaten this burger. the first time i was too hungry to give an unbiased opinion. i had the 'shakes.' but this isnt because i am hypoglycemic (some times i do wonder, tho). no, it all started on a friday morning early last december while i was at work.

i was the only one at work besides my boss when my boss's boss's co-worker comes in and tells my boss to pick up a bale of straw for him. of course, he then delegates to me. so i figure i can leave at about 11:30 am, pick up the bale and then pick up something for lunch on my way back to work.

so i head out to a place called 'intermountain farmers association' (or some thing like that) out by the train tracks in provo. it turns out that they dont have any in stock. but they do have a shipment coming in later in the week. but that doesnt help me, so they suggest i go to some other place in spanish fork. but they dont give very good directions. so i make a wrong turn and have to turn around about 2 miles down the road.

i find the store. it is a lot like home depot and goodwill rolled into one convenient warehouse. it is like the opposite of a farmer's market. at first i felt a little out of place. but then i realized that i am wearing flannel and i have a beard. so i grab a shopping cart and head in.

i ask a store employee if they have any bales of straw and she says "ummm, i think all of the straw is gone. we wont get any for a while because all of the farmers are saving what they have for their own animals. so, your best bet would be to drive around the farms and ask if you can buy a bale off of them." i was less than thrilled about that proposition. i had no idea that there was a shortage of straw in december. but i would have expected my boss's boss's co-worker to know about it.

luckily, people in spanish fork are friendly. friendly enough to eaves drop on my conversation with the clerk and tell me a better way to get a bale of straw. a man with his wife actually calls his buddy to see if he has any straw. which he does. so now i have two options. i can either try to find this dude's farm in the middle of nowhere. or wait for him to make his delivery to another 'intermountain farmers association' store. i decide to try the store idea since i am using the company credit card and i dont expect a farmer to have a swipe machine at his farm house. just a hunch.

so the man and wife give me fairly good directions to the store and i am on my way. by this time i am really hungry. it is well after my usual lunch time. so i keep my eye open for any food establishments on my way to the store. as i follow the directions i notice my last turn a little too late. no worries, i tell myself. i can just turn around. about three miles down the road i finally find a cross road. right next to a hare krishna temple (which i have actually been to for my 'world religions' class).

so i turn around and go back to the store and pick up the third to last bale of straw they have in stock ($5.35 plus tax, i might add). by this time it is after one o'clock and i am nearly shaking with hunger. i am eyeing various types of bird feed and convince myself that it just isnt worth it. on my way back to the freeway i spot heaven in fast food form: carl's jr. but the line is insane. but i am too hungry to not stop. blast. so after another 20 minute wait in the drive through line and actually starting to shake with hunger, i finally get my philly cheese steak burger and scarf it down while im driving back to provo.

one week later my boss's boss's co-worker takes the bale of straw from the back of our truck...

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

OH MY CRAP

for a long long time i have argued with people over the appropriateness of certain types of jokes. i wouldnt go so far as to say that nothing is sacred, but i do think that people can be silly or even hypocritical about the jokes they laugh at. or deliberately dont laugh at.

for years comedians have pushed the envelope (as they like to call it) and material is considered to be fresh if it might offend some one.

perhaps people are just too easily offended.

now, i dont swear or curse (usually) but i do see the irony in the fact that we have several synonyms for the word poop, but only certain ones are considered offensive. why? it doesnt make any sense to me. they all mean the exact same thing, dont they? are some synonyms somehow more suggestive? or perhaps they have a hidden meaning i dont know about. whatever it is, i think it is silly.

in the same light, how can come jokes be considered 'ok' while similar types of jokes are 'too soon' or 'border line?' why do we hold certain things or even people on a pedestal while others are fair game? why can only minorities refer to themselves as such? is it the term that is offensive or the people saying it? who gets to decide? comedy central? cnn? the public school system?

and why is it that cancer is never funny?

i think we take ourselves too seriously. who cares if some one doesnt like you? that shouldnt change you.

keeping all of that in mind, i heard the funniest radio commercial today. it started out like a beer commercial with the announcer addressing the listener as a male icon. he compliments the listener as the pinnacle of manliness and all things testosterone. saying things like "you are a man's man because you played football in high school and you own a tool belt. and you have a hammer. not just any hammer. a 'big enough to swing it and put a hole in something' size hammer."

after the flattery, the announcer calls you a wuss because you are scared of a prostate exam. "oh, im soo scared. does it hurt? i dont even know where my prostate is! (whimper and moan)."

then he tells you to buck up and take it like man.

see, cancer can be funny too.

Friday, November 17, 2006

I AM BOREDMAN

i have been trying to think of something interesting to say all day. there are lots of things i could say. like i am getting over a cold. or i could tell you that i am applying to graduate school soon. or that i started an internship recently. or that i spend most of my free time playing guitar hero 2. or i could describe how i am doing in my classes. i had a test today. it was hard. well, sort of. it was one of those "either you know it or you dont" tests. so for the questions i did know, it was easy.

i guess i just have to accept the fact that my life is becoming more and more boring.

i realized today that i have been in college for, what, four years now. and with the prospect of graduate school that means that i am just over the 'hump.'

i dont even do the things that make me an interesting person to begin with. like music, for instance. i used to play a variety of instruments. i was pretty good at the trumpet and piano, and i could hold my own on the sax and bass. but i havent touched my trumpet since about june. i did play the piano a couple months ago, but that was the first time in months.

and work, well, work has always been boring. but now that we have this new guy i do even less work! he is hyperactive. always busy and always talking and always doing stuff and always talking and so on and on and on.

sigh.

now i have to wonder how long i have been boring. and bored. i think it has been building up for about a year now. i have sperts of creativeness and zany activities. but you can read all about them in my previous posts. yup, everything that i do that is noteworthy, interesting, not boring or ordinary gets posted here.

if something exciting doesnt happen soon i may just errupt in an absolute, unbridled, massive, ragefull, 'look at me, im interesting,' flurry of activity. or i'll just reactivate my world of warcraft account.

Friday, November 03, 2006

CRAZY GO HEALTH-NUTS UNIVERSITY

there are several things that irritate me. pet peeves, i guess. one of my biggest pet peeves is health crazes. everyone and their dog has a special diet that works wonders for them. it usually includes some magical ingredient either to be taken hourly or to be avoided completely. they have found their holy grail of health.

sadly, when this happens there is usually some scientific basis for their theory. they just take it to the extreme.

take for example, the atkins diet. you want to know the magical ingredient in the atkins diet? it is a "carb." it is a sugar. it is glucose. you see, glucose requires a lot of water to be stored in the body. in fact, for every gram of glucose stored, 4 grams of water are required. sure you cant store that much glucose in the body. but if you restrict how much glucose you take in, then naturally you are going to require less water. less water means less weight. less weight means more healthy...

this is ridiculous. if you follow this diet for more that a month you will see the adverse effects of too little glucose and too little water in your system. it is a great "quick fix" for those red-carpet premieres. but after you lose the initial 5 pounds, go back to a healthy diet of fruits, vegetables and grains just like your first grade teacher taught you.

another pet peeve of mine is the organic craze. show me literature from any credible source (something that doesnt end in 'dot-com') that organic foods are more nutritious than regular foods. you cant. but you can say that organic foods dont have any preservatives. well, so what? unless your immune system is somehow sub-par and cant handle mild irritants that the rest of the population has no problem with, there is no functional difference.

wow, im on a roll, what else do i have? how about lactose intolerance. most cases of lactose intolerance are actually nothing more than a food allergy. you dont just all-of-a-sudden get it. you are born without the necessary enzyme (lactate) required to breakdown lactose. if you are an adult and you find that you can no longer consume milk without getting stomach cramps and pooping your pants, then you most likely have a food allergy.

yes, type 2 diabetes is reversible. eat right and lose some weight.

there is no magical cure for a common cold. even high doses of vitamin C does not cure or prevent a cold. it can only lessen the severity and possibly the duration.

yes, carb loading works. but only for long duration activities, and you have to follow the format to a "T."

yes, sodium bi-carbonate (baking soda) loading works. but only for short high-energy activities. and it will give you explosive diarrhea.

no, blood doping doesnt use drugs. yes, it works. and yes, it is illegal in professional competitions. and dont share blood or needles with others.

every energy drink has caffeine. this will dehydrate you, give you cramps, make you even more tired afterward, and so on.

for the average casual athlete there is no difference in sports drinks. if you are a professional athlete, use gatorade.

carbonation is not bad for you.

creatine works. but not like steroids. it will give you cramps because it draws water into the muscles. it doesnt make you stronger necessarily. it delays fatigue which allows you to work harder, and longer, thereby reaping benefits from doing extra work. steroids will actually help build muscle mass.

ok ok, time for wine. it is true that drinking moderate amounts of wine will lower your risk of heart disease and cardiovascular complications. and it is true that red wine will help with this effect more than other wines. there are two elements of wine that do this: antioxidants and resveratrol. antioxidants can be found in any citrus fruit. and resveratrol can be found in grapes, berries, peanuts and other fruits and legumes with a peel.

so there is nothing magical about wine, or the fermentation process. every good thing that wine offers can be found else where.

this is what the american heart association has to say about wine: "There is no justification for nondrinkers to start consuming wine as a preventive measure, considering that several other well-proven therapies exist for cardiovascular risk reduction, such as exercise, smoking cessation, blood pressure control, and cholesterol lowering, that do not have wine's undesirable effects."

so dont be stupid about health choices. eat smart, not extreme, and get out and exercise. do this and we can avoid another "half ton man" incident.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

"SUP GOLLUM" "HEY SMEAGOL"

i am taking a course on "health behavior change." my professor is a quack. i think that he is trying to induce the development of dissociative identity disorder in his students. you know, multiple personalities and such.



each week we have an assignment to read certain passages from a mind and body health book and then write a one page report on our experience with trying the techniques in the book. most of the exercises are typical of a yoga class where you try to control your thoughts and use them to relax your body. things like putting out outside influences and concentrate on breathing and such. i have heard of this stuff but until this class had never really tried it. i dont really get much out of it. but i can see how some people might find it to help relieve stress.

well last week our "assignment" included creating a special secret place in our minds and creating a figure that is an expert with a problem we having in our lives. once the figure is there you are supposed to ask it questions and seek advise with your problem (usually an ailment, like cancer). you are supposed to follow the direction of the figure and ponder its answers to your questions. if you dont want to do that, then you are supposed to create a figure for your "pain" to take shape in. then do pretty much the same thing to it. ask it stuff like "why are your here tormenting me?"

now let me explain dissociative identity disorder. an individual has a traumatic experience. this experience is often violent and painful. in an effort to cope with the trauma, the person develops an alternate ego or personality that they can assume. this personality can be completely unrelated to the person in gender, age, maturity, expertise, etc. if this practice is repeated, over time the secondary personality can actually take complete control of the person for an indefinite period. it could be years before the original personality actually comes back into control.

i dont know about you but i see several similarities between creating a fictious cancer expert to help you cope with your disease and the development of multiple personalities. i pointed this out to my professor in the report and told him i thought the assignment was ridiculous and that he should explain himself during lecture.

i recieved full credit for the assignment and no explanation. i doubt he even read the report.

by the way, dissociative identity disorder is not the same as schitzophrenia. schitzophrenia implies halucinations but not a personality taking over the person's mind. only tormenting it.