Stockholm Syndrome

When you begin to sympathize with the enemy, vote against your own self- interests, this is an example of Stockholm Syndrome.

Have you begun to accept that things will never get better for you until the evil-doer gets his way?

Do you begin to think in terms of what will appease this person or group who have stolen your rights to self determination?

This is what happened to Patty Hearst when she was abducted, raped and held hostage in a closet by the Symbionese Liberation Army.  This is what happens to people when they are oppressed by dictators!

You learn to think their way, to survive.

This is what Joe Biden means when he says he represents a better choice than a vote for Trump.  We don’t have to be held hostage any longer by this corrupt Republican institution.  Think yourself free and vote the GOP out.

Google: The name of the syndrome is derived from a botched bank robbery in Stockholm, Sweden. In August 1973 four employees of Sveriges Kreditbank were held hostage in the bank's vault for six days. During the standoff, a seemingly incongruous bond developed between captive and captor.

The Job

Years ago I took a job as a secretary, replacing two very sloppy people.  I organized the office, and my bosses - I had 5 of them, were upset when I threw out the used paper lunch bag collection.  It took me weeks to do that, throwing out about 10 to 15 bags a day until it became noticeable.  I honestly cannot understand how some people can be so slovenly.  But I digress.

I used to wonder how I would ever get so much work done.  It seemed to come in endlessly.  My bosses were mean and one of them was a drunk.  So was my ex-husband.  Mean and drunk.  So I moved on.

My new job I had the same issue.  Endless work and tasks, projects.  How would I ever organize this?  I remarried and we raised a son.  During this time I was commuting 4 hours a day.  But I got it all done, and now he’s a fine young man.

Over time, pretty quickly actually, I became the manager In the office, and after 30 years the work was done.

So I retired.  But after writing a few books, I found new work and soon became a senior manager.  Everyone else does the work now.  My job is to make sure it gets done.

I have my life organized.

So now I’m sitting here wondering, what will I do?

I used to have a wealth of things to do, and no time.

Now I have time, and I space out my tasks to stave off boredom.  With the coronavirus, we cannot really go out and do anything.  It leaves plenty of time on the hands to think, unless one wants to dissolve into the tv, or the phone or laptop.

I’ve always been a doer, and a thinker.

I always had a goal.  That’s why.

Now I still have desires, but don’t see a way to make them reality.

So I’m treading water.  Waiting for time to pass.

What miracle will life bring to me next?

What’s keeping you busy?

Will I be the same person when this lockdown ends, or will I pick up a new skill, a new goal, or a new facet to my persona.

What to do with all this time?

Love is Blind

You go in expecting nothing.
When suddenly this man you’ve made friends with plants a big kiss on you.
He wants to be more than friends.

You didn’t see it coming.
You were oblivious to his attraction.
You decide you like the idea.

He’s smart you find out.
He’s everything you could want honest and kind.
He’s smoldering hot, but he’s smoldering scary.

He’s passionate and gentle.
He’s that way because you like it.
He wants you and you get in too deep.

One day you realize he’s not letting you in.
He doesn’t tell you about himself, his family or answer questions.
One day he really hurts your feelings.

Your heart breaks and you let him go.
You forget him because he’s not that into you.
Until you see him again.

He’s angry, passionately angry.
You realize you broke his heart.
You threw away what was real.

Love is blind.
He still looks for you, but you are gone.
If only you’d open your eyes.