Dragonfly – Part 1 . . .

Sunday 25 February 2018


Apparently, in terms of symbolism, the dragonfly represents change and a change in perspective of self-realisation. The sort of change that brings about maturity and poise and power; of looking at things on a deeper level than one might have earlier in life. It’s representative of the defeat of self-created illusions, of focussing on living in the moment. And within every culture of the world, dragonflies represent the same thing. They are a constant in term of symbolism. Which, when you think about it, is really amazing because we humans can’t get our shit together on any other level to believe in the same thing that any other culture believes in. But dragonflies, we’ve got that one nailed.

So, how did I come to this? How did I arrive at this place? How did I become so . . . pseudo-philosophical?

You already know the answer to those questions. You brought me here. You made me. And now you want me to sit here and tell you all about the workings of my mind. And I think in some way you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself, aren’t you? You’re a sick bastard. You’d have to be to want to listen to all these people talk about what’s going on in their heads. You get off on it, don’t you? The power. The opportunities you have to manipulate vulnerable people. You’re more screwed up than any of us, that’s for sure.

What’s changed your mind about therapy, Georgia? Why are you speaking like this today?

You’d like me to tell you, wouldn’t you? So, you can write it down in your little book there. Let me ask you something, Dr. Anderson . . . what do you do with all those notes that you make? Where do they end up? Who reads them?

Why is that important to you, Georgia?

Ha, I see what you did there. You’re trying to find an in any way you can. Well, I’ll tell you for shits and giggles. It’s not particularly important to me. I’m just . . . interested. I mean, it’s not like you have shelves and shelves of those notebooks in here. So, I’m curious. Where do you store all of them? Like, do you have one per client, or do you have multiple clients per book? What’s your theory for organising your notes?

You know what they say about curiosity.

Luckily, Rick, I’m not a cat, so I don’t need to be concerned about that. And seriously, you’re pulling that one on me? As if I don’t have enough to worry about. And before you ask, no, I’m not actually worried about anything. I mean, it’s not like I have a choice, court appointed sessions, and all.

Okay, take me back to dragonflies. Why’d you bring them up? What interests you about dragonflies?

They’re pretty, Rick. That’s what interests me about dragonflies. They’re pretty. Why’d I bring them up? I don’t know. You expect me to talk to you about stuff, so I’m talking to you about stuff. And I know you really want to talk about the juicy stuff, like why’d I do what I did, but hey, I have a pretty diverse range of interests. Don’t you like talking about dragonflies, Doc?

They mean nothing to me, Georgia, but I think there’s a deeper meaning for you.

Ironic, your statement, given what I told you about the symbolism of dragonflies. Deeper meaning and all.

You know what really interests me about dragonflies? They’re free. No one to tell them what to do, when to do it, or tell them they need to attend a dozen court appointed sessions with a shrink. They fly off whenever they want, to wherever they want. You know they can fly between thirty and sixty kilometres an hour? Those fragile wings can maintain speeds faster than people can walk. Isn’t that remarkable. Humans. We think we’re so great but this tiny creature shits all over us for remarkable feats, don’t you agree, Doc?

We should talk about why you’re here.

Yeah, you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I’ve noticed that you don’t like answering my questions, but you expect me to answer yours. Kind of a one-way deal there, Rick. I prefer calling you Rick. Doc, Doctor Anderson is just too . . . stuffy, and you’re not a stuffy kind of guy, are you Rick?

See? You didn’t answer that one either. Never mind.

Okay, okay, let’s talk about why I’m here. Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle the gory details?

. . . To be continued . . .


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