Showing posts with label Ink Spots. Show all posts
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Thursday, 12 October 2023

Self-Help For Cynics #9: Defusion


At the end of my last Cynical Self-Help post, I'd just stumbled onto Cognitive Defusion. This is something I'd seen mentioned in a number of the books and websites I've been cynically surveying, I just hadn't come across that exact name before. 

The Psychology Group defines it thus...

Defusion is a skill or technique that is primarily used to detach, separate, or get some distance from our thoughts and emotions.

Basically, it means if one day you wake up thinking, "I'm a bit rubbish at this thing called life, aren't I?", the way to address is is by recognising that what you're thinking is just a thought. It's not about arguing with the thought, "hey, don't be silly, you're great and you know it!" It's very important that I emphasise that right at the start, because we all know that when you're feeling crap, trying to tell yourself you're not really crap (or, even worse, having someone else tell you you're not really crap) is the worst thing you can do. Let's look at an example of what I'm talking about from the world of popular song...

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?


If I were Beck, I would use defusion like so...

"I see I'm having a thought about being a loser. Thanks for that, brain."

What I would not say is...

"Hey, don't be silly, Beck. You're not a loser. You've had hit records, you've got lovely hair... you even know some Spanish!"

Defusion isn't about arguing with your brain. It's about recognising that thoughts are just that, thereby giving yourself some distance from them. 

Let's practice some defusion techniques with a few more insecure pop stars...

Never win first place, I don't support the team
I can't take direction, and my socks are never clean
Teachers dated me, my parents hated me
I was always in a fight, 'cause I can't do nothing right

Every day I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person staring back at me

I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
It's bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
 

I see you're having those self-destructive thoughts again, P!nk I wonder why that is? I wonder where it came from? I wonder how long it will last?

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here


Thank you, Thom. Your brain's contribution is most welcome. 

Apparently it helps if we are sarcastic or take the piss out of our negative thoughts; again - not to argue with them, just to help us see them as little blobs of brain energy that are no more real than daydreaming about becoming an astronaut or marrying Kate Winslet.


(Get off her, Alan - she's mine!)

So, now I am a was
Now I am a was
I started at the top
And I worked my way down


Yeah, but you've only got yourself to blame for that, haven't you, Moz?

Sorry, that last one wasn't defusion. Just the truth. There's no helping some people.

Defusion as a technique isn't only suggested for tackling negative thoughts of the self-loathing variety, but any unpleasant thoughts, feelings or sensations that plague us.


That's it, David, you're noticing the sensation and you're questioning it. Good use of defusion right there.

Getselfhelp.co.uk suggests using metaphors to help you recognise that your thoughts are just thoughts. As an English teacher, I whole-heartedly approve. Here's a couple of examples... 

The Thought Train 

And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him

And at heart
He's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought


Thoughts are just like trains that pass through our heads. We don't have to get on board any of those trains. We can just stand on the platform and watch them pass. Even trains that dawdle around the station, you know that eventually they'll move on. If a train approached the platform that looked unsafe or scary, or the driver looked like a complete and utter psycho, we wouldn't get on board if it were a real station. So we don't have to get on board any of these freaky, disturbing thought trains either. We can just wave at them and let them go.



Don't Blame The Weather Mind

Into each life, some rain must fall
Too much is falling in mine
Into each heart, some tears must fall
Someday the sun will shine


We learned a long time ago that we can't control the weather. If it's chucking it down, we just have to wait for it to stop. Or if we know the rain's coming, we can prepare ourselves. Put on a big coat, grab an umbrella. And we can also have a good moan about it too. Actually, having a moan about the weather does really help, because when we do, other people generally agree with us and moan back, and we realise we're not alone and everybody gets pissed off by it. (And it's not just the rain - just wait for it to get too hot, then the whinging really starts!) It's actually much easier for us to talk about the weather than it is the thunderstorms and heatwaves in our brain... but the result is usually the same if we start talking about those as well. 


Since I started writing this series, I've found it heartening that so many people have shared comments that show they think or feel the same way I do. Although (as I've said before), that's not why I'm doing this. I'm doing it because reading the books isn't enough for me to learn, I need to write it out in my own words, convert it into my own language, process it, understand it, know it well enough that I can put it into practice. But also to challenge it, from a lifelong cynic's perspective. Although I am finding it easier to not be so cynical, the more I do this. Those metaphors above, I might well have turned my nose up at them a couple of years back, or dismissed them with a haughty laugh. Now though, I actually find them useful. It's a slow process, but maybe I am finally starting to train my brain to think differently. We'll see...

Now that we are lonely
Life seems to get hard
Alone: what a word lonely
Alone: it makes me cry

Thought-train set in motion
Wheels in and around
Express our emotion
Tracks up then it cracks down

We've been running round in our present state
Hoping help will come from above
But even angels there make the same mistakes in love
In love, in love



Sunday, 8 May 2022

Snapshots #239: A Top Ten Coffee Songs

What better on a Sunday morning than a nice cup of coffee?

How about ten cups?


10. Sounds like a toilet in a British Rail train.

B.R. with a lu (loo) in the middle.

Blur - Coffee & TV

9. Lost in Kentish post.

"Kentish post" was an anagram.

Ink Spots - Java Jive

8. Archimedes was quite modest.

Archimedes came up with 𝝅 pi. He was very humble about it.

Humble Pie - Black Coffee

7. George, Roger, Ian, Val.

They were all Saints. (George Sanders, Roger Moore, Ian Ogilvy and Val Kilmer.)

All Saints - Black Coffee

6. First Lady might Endeavour.

Ella Fitzgerald was the First Lady of Song, of Jazz, and of Swing.

Endeavour was the first name of Inspector More.

So Ella may Morse. Or...

Ella Mae Morse - 40 Cups of Coffee

5. Rich man's party trick leads to burnt tongue.

This is why Jonathan Richman stopped the fire eating.

Jonathan Fire*Eater - Station Coffee

4. Communist's curls ignite.

That Lefty's hair is really frizzeling.

Lefty Frizzell - Cigarettes and Coffee Blues

3. Primitives quiz Portishead.

The Primitives had a Crash. Portishead had a Dummy. A quiz is a test.

Crash Test Dummies - Afternoons & Coffeespoons

2. Hallorann.

Dick Hallorann, in The Shining, as played by...

Scatman Crothers - Keep That Coffee Hot

1. Tight.

It's a tight Squeeze...


Get a free refill next Saturday morning.

Sunday, 24 November 2019

Saturday Snapshots #111 & 112: The Answers


Adrienne! Adrienne! It's the answers! Or, as some people call them, the expendables... two lots this week, 'cos my brain is all rocky.

#111 ANSWERS

10. Drat! Raving uzi mixed up with masterpiece.


Drat! Raving uzi is an anagram.

This song opens with possibly the worst rhyming couplet in the history of pop.

Adrian Gurvitz - Classic

I've not listened to that in years. It's worse than I remember.

9. Hell to get out of your shirt... coffee jazz.


The Ink Spots - Java Jive

Waiter, waiter, percolator!

Now that's how you write a rhyming couplet, Adrian!

8. Clean-up needed at Moe's... where there's nothing else around.


Moe's Tavern is in Springfield. Apparently it's pretty dusty.

Dusty Springfield - Middle of Nowhere

7. Funky procession to the ranch.


The Farm - Groovy Train

6. Contemporary Yankee spoken by desperate arsonist.


Desperate Dan burns things?

Dan Bern - New American Language

I can't believe this is (according to Labels) the first time Dan Bern has featured on this blog. That means the last time I wrote about him was on the old blog, nearly 8 years ago. I probably need to rectify that soon.

5. Beauty & fame... it's all anybody wants nowadays.


Beauty = belle. Fame = stars.

The Belle Stars - Sign of the Times

4. Ulysses & Stan with a woolly bison.


Ulysses S. Grant + Stan Lee + a buffalo.

Woolly is fuzzy.

Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy 

3. Fashion news: we're all the same.


Depeche Mode are named after a French magazine, the name of which roughly translates as “Fast Fashion” or “Fashion Dispatch” or “Fashion News”. Martin Gore thought it translated as “hurried fashion".

Depeche Mode - People Are People

I can't understand what makes a man hate another man.

2. Small wonder - a copper's phone number.


A wonder is a marvel. A small one would be a marvelette.

Copper beech is a type of wood.

The Marvelettes - Beechwood 4-5789

Yes, kids, phone numbers really used to be this short. My mum still answers the phone "2381".

1. Fuzzy leather robot.






#112 ANSWERS

10. Exile Janet.


Outkast - Ms. Jackson

9. A Midsummer Night's fairy shrinks into the space between us, rejecting a little lass.


The imp in A Midsummer Night's Dream was Puck. Smaller would be a Puck-ette.

A union joins us together, but there's a gap in this one.

Gary Puckett & The Union Gap - Young Girl

8. Stop mucking about with the horn, ale lens ladies.


"Ale lens ladies" is an anagram.

Denise LaSalle - Don't Mess With My Toot Toot

(Youtube is attempting to convince me this song was called Don't Mess My Tu-Tu. Hogwash!)

7. Locomotive STD, switches to lorry.


You can get a cream for that.

Boxcar Willie - Truck Drivin' Man

6. French political activists refuse to leave.


Don't Leave Me This Way doesn't quite fit the clue.

The Communards - Never Can Say Goodbye

5. Time for an American beer? Magic!



Steve Miller Band - Abracadabra

Great song. Awful, awful video.

4. Trainer procurers dig down to grave depth.


Trainers are sneakers.

Pimps procure.

Graves are dug six feet under.

Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground

3. Art's rabbits are born.


Art Garfunkel sang Bright Eyes, about rabbits.

Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life

2. Lightweight vicars turn out the lights between midnight and one.


Parsons that only weigh a gram?

Gram Parsons - In My Hour Of Darkness

1. Cheeky fantasies accepted.


Cheeky monkeys, obviously.



Phew. Good job I work well in advance planning these things. Seriously though, if you want more Snapshots next Saturday... don't push me!


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