My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
The Insecure Psychologist
There is in psychology an inclination to find the most obscure or esoteric explanation, though others are available. It calls for elaborate, and so tangential, reasoning, preferring it to the more obvious, more direct, explanation. Perhaps this tendency speaks to our insecurity.
Labels:
answers,
complexity,
insecurity,
simplicity,
therapy
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