I am the childhood friend for Brendan. We have been friends since second grade. Oh, he is married and works as an architect in New York. The big news is his birthday. It was this month. As has many childhood friends, we have drifted apart. I think about it and I am proud to have been his friend. I was a good friend to him. I provided ample thickness of thought and in return he developed a complicated set of required actions.
Many years later, I have worked at those self improvement actions. I still want to work and thus I want to get a start. Yeah, I want to crawl though my childhood and discover ways to improve. If it is something I can finish I would do it. The most amazing part of this experience was that I learned Brendan was a particular friend.
The various instances of his name, those people who look like him, his birthday class, and his sound are all instances of transference- he does none of it. He was a particular friend. Particularly. The episode from which I am most worked is one from a play by Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. It is the first act where I am his what. Act II is after I have sufficiently learned my lesson to the extent that I am the Particular friend in another context. I have my own relationship with someone; an episode (Act I) and I have someone who is my friend. I get to do the work.
I have become immune to transference. So just in regards to Brendan, I want to give sufficient notice I am ready for his Act II. I will get through either act, but that they are not on the same plane. Do not worry, it is good. I am happy. I know what is happening and I think of the humanities with sympathy. It looks like a pay stub. Now, I come out of Act II sufficiently strong enough for my own version of Act I. So, I’m not really getting out of anything, but I have moved up. I just wanted to let you know.
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