King MacBeth Sees Me For Therapy
Some people just get so stuck!
This is a quickie and light-hearted. It can’t be all policy and data!
King MacBeth enters my office…
KM: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
OM: Wow. It seems like you’re really in it, and if I’m hearing it right, things also feel like they are dragging.
KM: To the last syllable of recorded time;
OM: you really want to get this time passing point across to me, it seems like?
KM: And all our yesterdays have lighted fools,
The way to dusty death.
OM: that’s dark.
KM: Out, out, brief candle!
OM: that’s literally dark.
KM: Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more
OM: …not a life fan. Am I getting it right?
KM: It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
OM: (realizing nothing I’ve said has gotten through it all, and he’s stuck— I decide to use a technique called “challenge” so I can distract him from that one-track mind he’s been on):
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