Lordy lordy. Dailies are impossible. "The years go fast and the days go so slow," says Modest Mouse. I concur. A slow day consists of more doing what I have to not what I want to, and bitching about it in me head. Next thing I know, it's almost 2008!

Fromm says man either loves or does one of three things: expresses necrophilia, is narcissistic, or thinks incest is best. Lemme explain. I like the guy and I think his theory deserves a little sit down and pondering.

The necrophiliac is impotent as a lover and creator so must destroy. He is a sadist, obsessed with the death of a thing. Extreme opposite of Fromm's biophiliac, the lover of life. My example is calling my three year-old son "Lloyd the Destroyer' for mutilating my home and possessions, when I should call him "Lloyd the Creator," and see his actions as spawning anew rather than permanent ink on my white leather couch. My thinking about time is also death focused.

The narcissist can't fathom much outside himself. He is interested in his own interests, period. An example is me blog when no one is reading it ;). Another example is this villainous teammate currently leading my school team. She's of the "there's no team in I" variety. It's her funny control issue to blame. I know, I used to be there.

Incestuous symbiosis is the name of the disease I suffer from and Fromm's third frigid state (hopefully not trait). It includes all forms of attachment to mother, family, and ties to the point of hindering growth. I have seen way, way worse than myself, and actually, I suffer from all three neurosis from time to time. An example of Fromm's final idea is my whole existence! No. It's me having trouble dating guys that grew up in a place other than one I was familiar with. I liked really KNOWING them. Heck. One dude from mid-Ohio I almost dated told me right away about the sex his older sister made him have with her throughout his childhood. Wha? NEXT! My husband grew up a few streets away from my family and I knew him from school. PHEW! ...But I like having a picture of the ground he walked on when developing his borderline personality disorder. Yes. It makes a huge difference to me to know this.

Letting go of these issues takes love. The more they are released, the more love that pours in. You do the metaphors and paradoxes.

Have a nice, long day :)