This is remarkably powerful and doesn’t hurt. Example. My friend Mike and I are both hypochondriacs. Whenever we find something else wrong with us, we will call up the other and tell him/her how to choreograph the funeral and which songs we want. In other words, we give the condition WAY too much power. So my job is to make him laugh, and his job is to make me laugh. Because when you laugh, the thing–addiction, obsession, bad habit–isn’t as big of a deal.
Mike called the other day and said his feet were swelling … “What if you are becoming an ogre?!?” I asked him. When my Raynaud’s phenomenon was causing me some real discomfort and worry–turning my hands an orange-purplish color, and I told him that I would probably have to get them amputated, he said, “Oh, that’s too bad. Have you thought about how you would write?” “Of course,” I responded, “I would hold a straw with my mouth and punch the keyboard that way,” at which point he howled, because it was so ridiculous. And then I did too.
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