One of the challenges of everyday life remains dealing with a difficult person. For the sake of clarity, we must distinguish him from the impossible person, the emotional terrorist. In a recent video, I came to the conclusion that there’s no way you can deal with this type of person because it’s a no-win situation. The impossible person thrives on opposition and handles all the issues in his life in an adversarial way. He or she never achieves success in relationships.
My main goal in writing about the impossible person was to discourage you from dealing with him or her. I know I may have disappointed some of you when I revealed that there aren’t any effective strategies in interacting with this type of person except to get away as fast as possible. Fortunately, it’s different with a person who is just difficult.
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We waited with growing anticipation of experiencing our first Wiccan circle. Since I knew nothing about Wicca, I didn’t know what to expect, although the coming ritual seemed to generate a glow that surrounded some of the participants. Finally, the moment arrived and I followed a gorgeous lady (Deandra) and the coven members into a spiritual room lit by candles. As I entered, the Priestess asked what name I went by. The only one I could come up with was Praxis.
The first thing I noticed was the alter, decorated with the tools of the trade. Included was the:
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It was early evening in the middle of August when I arrived home from a new management position I had started 3 weeks ago. My efforts had resulted in the lab reaching close to peak performance, which gave me a sense of satisfaction. I poured a glass of chardonnay and began fixing dinner. It looked like I had turned my life around and that my recovery had begun
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Maria, the Store Manager of my place of employment. She completely shocked me when she told me the owner of the company was letting me go. I could hardly believe it, so I asked her why he was firing me. She said she didn’t know why.
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It was a rainy Monday in December. Alicia said her and the girls were going Christmas shopping and would be gone for several hours. She didn’t invite me, which I considered fortunate since I don’t like shopping. They left so I decided to listen to some of my favorite music. I didn’t know, I would never see her again, that our love relationship had collapsed
I rolled a joint and put on Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours; however, I remained completely oblivious to her intentions, although I’m sure her late night activities spawned some rumors. Looking back, I believe my emotional intelligence had evaporated because of my recent heavy intake of Prozac. Yes, I was back on it. It didn’t seem to have a positive effect on me, because my only ambition was to sit around and get high. It isn’t any fun losing purpose and hitting rock bottom.
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Alicia and I celebrated New Year’s Eve by drinking fine wine and smoking some potent marijuana. We talked, laughed and swayed to the music. Finally, we started crashing well before midnight, which would end the party. She said she had something that would pick us up. She went to the kitchen and came back with some coke and it wasn’t Coca Cola. We snorted some and the good times continued. My recovery seemed complete. See the previous article Prozac and the Crack-Up Boom.
Normally, I don’t like cocaine, but it did the job. I started feeling pretty good and rolled another joint, pouring us some more wine. I felt we would be ready to celebrate the New Year with some pleasure and ecstasy. How wrong I was.
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It was Sunday night in late April. My girlfriend Alicia and I were filling out our forms to apply for unemployment. My former company forced me out of my management position and she had resigned from her position. The atmosphere at the dining room table was thick with tension and our intake of wine didn’t help it any. Apparently, many months of taking Prozac didn’t improve my external situation.
As we wrote, we also bickered over, who knows what. She finally blew her stack and threw a glass of wine in my face. I didn’t take kindly to that and called her a few choice names. She outdid me when she ended her verbal attack with the words “You’re nothing but a no-good loser.” Well, I guess her real feelings for me finally rose to the surface. All I could do was take another drink of wine and wonder how I got into this sorry situation. At that point, I doubt if anything could help my state of mind and that included the high dose of Prozac in my system.
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It was late June when depression and the summertime blues completely overwhelmed me. A year earlier I had placed my faith in the Pathways to Mastership course and meditation techniques. Then during a cold day in February, I stopped the course because I couldn’t accept some of its mysticism. I also abandoned my meditation practice, which turned out to be a big mistake.
The Collapse into Total Depression
I sank into a pit of complete frustration, nothing seemed to help. The unbearable pain dumped me into the hole of despair. Failed relationships, sexual frustration, lack of challenges in my management position and no definite purpose in life drove me into a deep depression.
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My desires and passions had gone cold as if it were the barren days of winter, even though it was the first day of summer. In order to get rid of my lethargy, I forcibly got out of my chair, stumbled out to the mailbox, opened it and pulled out a brochure for the Pathways to Mastership course not knowing I was about to detour off the path of Objectivism. Little did I know another pathway awaited me.
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After a rough day at the office, I walked into my apartment, turned on the TV and plopped down on the couch. I felt completely demoralized from dealing with irrational people and power-hungry corporate bureaucrats. I sadly concluded that my dedication to logic and reason meant nothing to these reality evaders. Even worse, I would have to deal with them tomorrow. Incredibly, I had no idea I would soon become a Reluctant Objectivist.
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Jennifer Burns, author of the Ayn Rand book “Goddess of the Market” claims “Ayn Rand is dead. It’s been 35 years since hundreds of mourners filed by her coffin (fittingly accompanied by a dollar-sign-shaped flower arrangement), but it has been only four months since she truly died as a force in American politics.” Does that indicate the death of Objectivism?
In her article “We just might miss the ‘heartless’ Ayn Rand” she also states “In electing Trump, the Republican base rejected laissez-faire economics in favor of economic nationalism.”
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