The Psychologist, Not The Dungeon Crawler

"Perfectionism is the fear of success.” -Carl. 

Wassup, Carl! 

You crazy man. 

You’re crazy, man. 

Honestly. 

No one saw the world like you did, until you did. 

You take our virtues and make us see them as our vices.

Fairplay to you, Carl.

You are no dungeon crawler, Carl.

You combined psychology and philosophy.

You dog, Carl.

Maybe you crawled around in the dungeons in our unconscious, Carl.

You friggin genius.

You changed my life, Carl.

I wear your spectacles now,

And everything I see is through your eyes.

Yes, you’ve cursed me, Carl.

You said that perfectionism is a mask—a persona.

A sacred altar to the self . . .

Behind our elaborate mask, there lingers our Shadow,

And the Shadow is everything we are but don’t want to be.

Carl, you say that there is power in the Shadow,

And maybe there is . . . Maybe there is . . .

You say that we are afraid of our shadow because it means responsibility and accountability. 

It takes courage to face the self, doesn’t it, Carl?

I’m scared, Carl . . .

The Shadow weighs heavy today.

Everything that we repress, even our greatness, lies in our shadows. 

Ain’t that the way it goes, Carl?

. . .

Carl?

. . .

Hello?

Carl?

Where’d you go??

Carl!!

Don’t leave me to crawl around in these dark dungeons alone!!

Carl?!

Come back!

These dungeons in here are weird!

Carl!

What do I do, Carl??

Where do I go?

I can hardly see a damn thing down here!!

Carl?!

. . .

Shit

. . .

Guess I’ll crawl.

-CH 8/24/25