When I first saw the picture above, I saw a guy about to jump.
I still see that, but I’m aware that it’s just an ad for some new Nike’s.
My brain is not good, or let’s say it’s not operating in a beneficial way.
I once had a thriftshop painting of a guy holding a baby, and it looked clear to me that he was about to throw it off a balcony. I liked to ask people to look at it and tell me what they saw. I wasn’t the only one who saw that but the vast majority saw a guy holding a baby, even tenderly holding it.
I saw this painting at the vet’s office and was reminded of the guy-with-the-baby picture:
I remember taking the Rorschach inkblot test when I was around 12 years old. Some genius had figured out that I was troubled. I recall seeing people sitting despondently, waiting to get shot or something. After a few of these inkblots, I realized that my answers sounded nuts. I can’t remember if I decided to make up better reactions.
Lots of psychological notions are amusingly archaic but the theory of projection is still pretty sound, don’t you think?
Trump is projecting, every time he rants about corruption or liars or crooks. That’s just a big Duh.
I’m sorry, I don’t know how Trump got in here. I wish he were only a projection of my hatred of authority, or my dad.
At least I don’t see dead people. I see despondent people.
Read more about Rorschach here .
Read more about those Nike’s here.
And if you’re thinking about jumping, don’t.