Psychology is the art of telling, after being told the answer. It holds no fascination for me, has no relevance and no matter how often I'm told that this psychologist or that psychologist is so brilliant the fact remains that the only people who need them are vague people looking for vague answers to vague questions, and have more money than sense. We, as a nation, tend to have multiple answers to any question. We understand that there is no quick fix, that life can be shit and then you die. But in the meantime you party.
There is a collective mentality combined with an extensive vocabulary which enables us to communicate in a way that renders psychologists almost obsolete
Paper wont refuse ink and the world is full of people who'll believe whatever they're told.
In my country they're called gobshites.
There is still a sense of community where I live, we look after our own. We have problems, but we sort them out.
Freud is an interesting read, and regardless of whether or not he was right, the navel-gazing he promotes only serves to distract us from the joy of living.
I love my mother, (don't want to have sex with her) am not jealous of my father's relationship with her, am pretty sure my wife wouldn't like to have a penis (no jokes please) and am perfectly happy with the size of my penis. If I am deluding myself and the opposite is true, what I really need is:
A. To live my life oblivious to the fact.
B. To be informed by some gobshite that I am a perverted mother-fuc#er with a small cock and a wife who wants a cock of her own.
Looks like Freud was trying to create problems and in doing so, created an incredibly lucrative industry!