Why Doctors Should Be More Empathetic--But Not Too Much More: Scientific American
What do they see? They see all of that disease they learned about in 8 years of medical school and $$$$$$$$$$. Writers look at us and see a story, though their object seeking is a little less harmful unless they are hacking your brain, then they get into trying to get you to pour all kinds of chemicals into your brain that excite your neurons and elevate your thinking capacity, a foolish means of trying to help someone.
It’s all a higher level of cannibalism, there is a body but you see a meal, one sees an advantage, one sees whatever fits into their goals, wants and desires. These goals are not always evident, they are suppressed thoughts such as elegant nights on a big yacht in the Mediterranean. One might see a person with a beautiful nose, beautiful hair, beautiful big eyes or a big head and seek to get them, lifting, jacking up and all kinds of trickery are evoked. These are all infantile processes, stages we go through as we mature into, hopefully, more socially mature adults. That is soon forgotten when one needs to put food on the table.
What do I see? I see movies and stars often when I look at people, waiting for the climax and resolution to the movie. I see products. I have spent hours at the supermarket gazing at products on the shelf. I should have Harris Teeter’s shelves memorized.
Every time I cross the street on my way to the Mall there is a movie that is triggered in the back of my mind, like someone walking to death row, Madam X maybe. It used to be freedom from the four walls of my apartment. Leaving the mall and walking home across the street might evoke memories of Barbra Streisand’s Nuts, walking to freedom now. It’s things like this that are going on in my mind. Attempts I have made to alter this thinking by attending college and forcing my neurons to think of something different have been thwarted. I feel as if I have been hostage, prisoner. It is frustrating and infuriating when I am attacked by those who would seek to profit from my mind.
It all makes me feel like Draper in Nuts when she’s making her first court appearance and she passes by all those men pawing at her through the cell bars. The symbolism makes one think Draper is untouchable, they are grabbing at her but they never touch her. Isn’t this like some Doctors?
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