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andy64tms
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 Posted - 03/18/2012 : 15:28:20
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I’m doing the Wiki Education Program, and one of my past experiences that arose from my depths was “My home made beer episode”.
In those days in England you wore a badge of honor if you made a good brew of home made beer. So in my family I did all the brewing, buying and bottling to make our household potent brew, I even had a tool that put those crinkly caps on to be more authentic. I was the popular brewer of the day within my family. I was deeply into it.
Over time it came to pass that my bully twin brother saw fit to refuse payment of his share point blank, even though he consumed as much if not more than I did. I remember being very anxious and angry about this, he showed no respect and insulted me each time he helped himself!
Being the inventive one of the two I resorted to stealing the money from him to get reimbursed, and honorably stole the exact amount each week from his room. At least I think I was being honorable, knowing myself I could have taken a little extra cash from time to time for revenge! (TMS truth here.)
Because of my appetite and reliance for alcohol at that time I “had to make the beer”, I had no choice, stealing the money from him was the easy way out and avoided confrontation. In the end I hid beer from him all over the house, the garage, the garden shed, even in my bedroom. The reader may find it strange that I stored large quantities of beer in my bedroom, and if you do, that’s OK, for you are not an alcoholic.
What a joke, looking back at this, I suddenly became emotional: I started to giggle, then laugh. My laughter became louder and louder, and I eventually had tears of laughter running uncontrollably down my face. Two days later I started laughing in a coffee shop, and my wife asked me what was I giggling about, I explained as the tears of laughter dribbled all over my bacon and eggs, (sorry vegans.)
Let’s analyze why I laughed:
The pettiness of the incident, at the time was very important, but in reality laughable. TMS picks on even petty issues.
My stealing for revenge, actually gave me protection and satisfaction at the time, none the less laughable. TMS equivalent protection here.
The fact that I made beer and went to these great lengths, an alcoholic trait; I was a heavy drinker for relief of the emotional nasties. A bit of TMS sadness and reality here.
Hiding crates of beer in my bedroom, rather unusual and laughable don’t you think? TMS comedy here, is it allowed?
From the Wiki program I was asked to make a list of childhood experiences. I very quickly came up with 15 of them, and then ran out of space. I will use the above experience to offset the more depressing ones, the worst being titled “when my brother shot at me’”
Has anyone had a humorous event like this is? Is this normal reaction or am I still under the influence of all that beer I used to drink 28 years ago?
Andy
Past TMS Experience in 2000, with success.
Now on Day 6 Wiki Edu.
Charlie horse on neck for 20 years. (to be evicted soon.) |
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lynnl
USA
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Posted - 03/18/2012 : 17:31:34
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I have no advice or insight to offer. ...but I did enjoy the story!
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Joy_I_Am
United Kingdom
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Posted - 03/19/2012 : 04:25:48
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Me too Andy! As a fellow Brit, I understand the badge of honour; my husband (when we were students) used to make wine that tasted foul but had the all-important intoxicating effect... in my opinion, your brother was right out of order, by the way!
I had a TMS laugh this weekend; I was cleaning out my office one afternoon, finding old paperwork, holiday brochures, photos, etc... I suddenly noticed my stomach was starting to churn... then I had to run to the loo, again and again... odd. Well, I was wracking my brains for the psychological reason for this - was I regretting good times past? Was I literally 'letting go' of old memories? Was I resisting the clearing out process, the change? Then I remembered... I'd found some prune juice in the fridge that morning and decided to drink a big glass of it before it went past its sell-by date... ahem...
In a way it WAS TMS - I should stop being so 'goodist' as to drink a couple of pennies' worth of prune juice instead of throwing it down the sink...
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Joy_I_Am
United Kingdom
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Posted - 03/19/2012 : 04:44:56
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PS in the course of cleaning out my room, I put together a pile of books to go to the charity shop; a big tome about trigger points, guaifenesin etc for fibromyalgia, books of special exercises for back pain, special diets for IBS... you know the score!
I did wonder if it was responsible to pass them on, but if they raise money for charity, at least they'll be doing some good...
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lynnl
USA
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Posted - 03/19/2012 : 11:35:40
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Originally posted by lynnl
I have no advice or insight to offer. ...
Lynn
Upon further reflection I realized the above statement is not true; I do have something to add concerning laughter.
After discovering Sarno and winning my battle over sciatica, for the most part, I noticed something. I noticed that it seemed physically impossible to hurt when engaged in vigorous, genuine laughter. Any little noticeable pain of any sort would instantly evaporate coincident with the laughter. That experience continues to this day.
i.e. laughter and pain cannot co-exist in me simultaneously.
Now I don't know if that phenomenon occurred in my pre-Sarno life, or not. Perhaps it did and I just never consciously made the association.
I'd appreciate hearing if anyone else has noticed the same, or if you specifically have observed it to not be true in your case.
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Tears of laughter, do they count?
