So, you spend your morning speaking with a psychologist, and there is going to be thought given to integration versus separation. In other words, split personalities, i.e. Sybil, bad, normal functioning with a broad spectrum of understanding and emotion good. I’ve been thinking of that concept of integrating your behavior and the facets of your life.

All’s good when family and friends get the joke or whatever, and you aren’t left explaining a separate world. It’s even better when you fuck around and stumble across the like-minded folks where meaning is telegraphed and they’re integrating shit left and right and life is moving forward. Imagine, people with notebooks and cameras and stupid ideas and open conversation, like yourself. These people trust you, because they have no reason not to, and for the same reason, you can trust them.

Maybe it boils down to the conersation I had with another comedian last weekend. She made two observations that stick with me through the other bullshit and the literal strife of work. (1) Is that hanging out with comedians is always interesting (who else would connect a ceiling fan and pretzel rods into a fun target/mouth catching game) and (2) the writers among groups have different sensibilities. Her example, seeing the movie Napoleon Dynamite, hated by the “civilians” in her group and imitated by the writers.

And, so it goes that I will keep writing, “and so it goes.”

Could be I’m just giddy with hanging out late, knowing that I don’t have to be with any serious world tomorrow.