DoctorDubious
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ORIGINAL: sharainks I was looking through the posts on what people do for a living. For several weeks I've been thinking about how what I do (mental health professional) colors my perception of the lifestyle. For instance I work in a prison for mentally ill inmates. Not interested in scat or watersports as I see people smearing their poop all over their cells, themselves, eating it or throwing it at others. In other ways I feel that it impairs my sense of submission because all day I serve people, and there is no other way to put it, who have an endless lists of needs and demands. At the end of the day I'm often dazed by the events of the day and mostly want to go home and have quiet. Not an easy task with a 17 unmentionable and a string of friends. How many of you feel like your work day impacts your enthusiasm or ability to focus on what you would like WIIWD to be for you? Hey Shar.... and all >>How many of you feel like your work day impacts your enthusiasm or ability I suspect it's almost a universal ... almost... that what we do for 8 or 10 hours a day will have an impact... a large impact on our life. >>what I do (mental health professional) colors my perception Back before I went legit, and quit the practice of psychotherapy, I used to view people as sick, and broken, and needing healing. .... and sure, I've been in those wards too, some folks really do need healing. But I think more of us need to be freed to express our souls... unleashed as it were..... (maybe even unleashed to be leashed, if you follow...) I see all these threads about the "dangers" of BDSM play, ... putting unnaproved items in the ass, ...binding and abandoning a woman in nature ... oh my golly-goodness! ... wanting to submit to a black woman for the "wrong" reasons... but you know, it's the opinion of this restless old goat that a soul-numbing job is a far greater risk to face than a mere broken lightbulb in the anus... ... one will really burn for months.... the other corrodes your soul ********** When I had tennis club, and was the teaching pro there, people paid good money to have me show them how to move and position their body..... heh heh and how to use an 18" impliment as a tool for ball-striking, which was even funner. But.... when we sold the club in '88 I didn't pick up a tennis racket for almost 15 years, ... I was just totally burned out on it. I burned myself out, intentionally. *************** then I owned a retail book store for a few years, which is the most pleasant form of poverty known to man... .... and it left me lotsa zest and zing for the perverted pursuits... ... other business adventures and travails went on... umentionables like weight loss centers, ... I tried retirement for 2 years and almost went nuts... And now I'm in LA for a gig, doing marketing consulting and "Success Coaching" in a fortune 500 company executive. I think the expression for consulting and coaching is .... "topping from the bottom". >>In other ways I feel that it impairs my sense of submission because all day I serve people Yes, your work environment is exhausting! And certainly all us humans have a limited amount of energy... and time. ... most mammals have been granted about a billion heart-bearts... And yes.... service is not necessarily submission.... but it could be! Submission, as you very well know is not about whips and ropes, it's about giving up all your illusions and superficial desires and opening your very soul to whatever comes whistling thru the air at ya.... I suspect one can do that in a psych ward ... ***************** Look, if you are reading these words, almost by definition... YOU ARE A DEVIANT. So.... deviate! Some folks drive all nice and safe down the middle of the 101 near where I live and others are knocking sparks off the guard-rails all the time. If your job doesn't fill you with satisfaction, take a chance and knock a few sparks off your own guard-rails. There's lotsa jobs out there, but you only have one life, about a billion heartbeats. This is just the opinion of one old goat, but I say, spend em fast, spend 'em hard. and spend them heartbeats where you get some juice out of it. DD
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