Critcize me, civilize me.
I discovered a few weeks ago that my inner critic sounds a lot like Jay Sherman. And not Jay Sherman as normally seen in any episode of The Critic, but Jay Sherman locked up in a mental hospital in a crossover bit from The Simpsons episode “Hurricane Neddy” where all he can do is repeat his catchphrase, “It stinks! It stinks!”
Whenever I sit down to write, make music, or sketch (my latest interest), there’s Jay Sherman in his room, yelling “It stinks! It stinks!” before I’ve even made a mark on the page.
My hope is to eventually turn my inner monologue into the words of the doctor treating him, patronizingly saying “Yes, Mr. Sherman. Everything stinks.” In other words, just don’t take The Critic seriously.
I even made this little parody of a motivational poster to remind me that when I hear that voice, it’s really just Jon Lovitz pretending to be a mentally unbalanced film critic.
Why am I sharing this psychological insight with you not long after talking about getting out of my own head? Well, you may be able to help me in my quest to Be the Doctor instead of The Critic. Or maybe not. Stay tuned to future posts - this might eventually make sense.
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