The Daver was reading a book recently (he’s the literate one around these here parts) that had in it something I found more interesting than the cat video I was watching.
He said to me, that there had been a scientific study in the 1980′s in which groups of people talked about a negative experience with an untrained individual. These participants believed that sharing these experiences out loud may have helped them cope with their feelings, but it was not so, ickle Pranksters.
In fact, talking about these experiences did nothing to change the manner in which they coped with their problems.
Instead, The Daver told me, the individuals who engaged in a daily writing exercise, jotting down their most personal feelings and thoughts about their personal trauma in a journal, found a huge boost in their psychological – and physical – well being. The people who wrote down their innermost problems became happier.
Turns out that thinking and writing are actually very different. When we think about something – and chat about it – our conversations are chaotic and disorganized. However, when we write them out, we’re more invested in creating a story-line; a structure to our thoughts. While we write out our pain, we begin to make sense of what has happened and systematically approach a solution.
Those who write it out are happier.
And, Dear Pranksters, this would be why I blog, even after all these years.
And mostly, that is why I’m grateful to have found a family. My Pranksters.
SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH.
I DO SO HAVE FEELERS SOMETIMES.