A friend loaned me a small paperback book called ‘Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway’ by Susan Jeffers PhD. He must have spotted from my haggard look and permanently pursed lips that I was suffering from some form of anxiety neurosis and needed cheering up. Dr Sue is a psychologist. I read the book and it did have a profound effect on me. I now believe that most, if not all, psychologists are absolutely bonkers. The book is supposed to ‘turn your anger into love,’ but Dr Sue has a peculiar way of effecting the transition. In a chapter about people always being in control of their own fate and fortune, a certain Lindy complained to the Great Psychologist that she was absolutely not in control. Lindy wailed: ‘It wasn’t my fault I developed a tumour.’ ‘Ah, but you are in control,’ Susan replied ‘Why did you eat so much bad food?’ Pardon? Is this how you turn anger to love? Susan also asks the world at large, rhetorically: ‘How many times has someone accused you of being a Pollyanna?’ Well, never, actually. A lard-faced baboon, yes, but never a Pollyanna. I came to the conclusion that Susan can keep her ‘No-lose decisions’, her ‘divine homesickness’, her ‘God-self’, her ‘personal whole-life’, her ‘pain-to-power vocabulary’ and the rest of her grab-bag of ridiculous psychobabble. I’m Morgan - a suitable case for treatment, and I prefer to stay that way without the influence of a book that even that celebrated charlatan Freud might have considered unsound.
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