Dr Seuss

File:Dr. Seuss WikiWorld.png

Regularly, new Dr Seuss books would come through the post, and my sister and I would look at them with my father. The verses are simple for young children, and say worthwhile things. The wildness and unpredictability of real life, and its wonder, are here.

From there to here,
from here to there,
funny things are everywhere.

If you never did
You should.
These things are fun.
and Fun is good.

-One fish two fish red fish blue fish, 1960

I am a little disappointed to see in Wikiquote that two of my favourite Seuss quotes, which speak to adults, are misattributed:

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

Whoever said them, they are worth repeating.

Well, if I post daily, I have to have some filler posts, and quoting this humourist seemed entertaining enough, until I came across “Oh the Places you’ll go!” aimed at those leaving high school, and written in 1990:

Today is your day!
You’re off to great places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.’
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go.

Until I got to this bit:

The Waiting Place… for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,
Or a plane to go or the mail to come
Or the rain to go or the phone to ring,
Or the snow to snow, or waiting around for a Yes or No
Or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite
Or waiting around for Friday night
Or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake, or a pot to boil,
or a Better Break or a string of pearls,
Or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or
Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

Oh God, is that me? Not applying for work or anything, not going out to meet Healers, writing a bit-

Everyone I meet, just about, can see I am TS and, I have such shame and anger and fear around that, and- am I working through it? Getting past it? Or just moping, so that the fear grows? I cannot be certain-

Picture. I would rather use Geisel’s own work, but given how Wikipedia tiptoes round it, it seems the copyright is important to folks. As is their right.

9 thoughts on “Dr Seuss

  1. It is strange, the mix of feelings you reveal here. You are comfortable in your femaleness, yet you feel such shame and anger and fear around the fact that others can see you are TS, as you put it.

    When I see you, I may notice you are TS, but that does not define my relationship with you. I am more taken up with the familiarity of your voice, the humour in what you say, your delight in living, your honesty, wry wit and beauty. It gives me a thrill, actually, to see you being so much yourself, but that is another story! 🙂

    Perhaps there is a judgemental interface here, that you are projecting forward as you walk into a room full of strangers…..perhaps. It may be that you are so used to assessing every situation, you assess how you think you appear to others, then decide that actually, they do see you, as you think they see you, and judge you, as you think they judge you. You see it in their eyes, in their blinking, you think. You reach an agreement here, too, which re-inforces the belief.

    This feels to me very much like an endless reasoning vortex, which is self justified and self perpetuating.

    How to get out of it? Stand to one side, and just take on the observation that you are TS, without the assumption that this is somehow prejudicial to you. Yes, it is curious, rather in the way that being disabled is a curiosity….and when someone asks me “What happened to you?” or “What is the matter with you?” I say “Nothing.” I fell into that trap recently, Someone I know vaguely by sight, said, “You’ve got a stick! Did you break your leg?” And I thought, nosey cow! and said, “No.” She came up to me and explained that she does not usually see the stick, because she just sees my smile! Well, whether it was true or not, I understood that most people see beyond and have only a passing interest in “that” aspect.

    And with you, 99 percent of people see beyond as well. If they don’t, perhaps your smile will help them to, and if they still refuse, they are not worth it.

    Have a lovely day! 🙂


    • I write ahead, and I think I got it wrong here. The doing nothing is getting to me, but it is not just because I am TS. And- my reaction to being TS has been part of it.

      Posts over the next week show some psychological and emotional improvement!


      • Ah, but then, the doing nothing is getting to everybody! The weather here is gloomy and I wonder where the summer went. Without hefty daily doses of vitamin D, I am sure I doing nothing would get to me, too. As it is, I am busy doing nothing most of the time! XX


  2. “Well, if I post daily, I have to have some filler posts…”

    lol. At this point I’ll be putting recipes for ‘Angel’ Food cake to fill up my blog. If I do enough posts I’ll do “The Best Of ROTTENQUEERCHRISTIAN” trick.


  3. Personally I only see the lovely photo you’ve posted atop your blog when you write. In my mind I leave preconceptions aside to better hear what your words are saying. Like Ann Forsyth said above… ooh, the vicious “reasoning vortex”… it can swallow us in one bite! I would say that the more you can own your uniqueness and “fabulousness” then the more God gets to celebrate Life through your precious life!
    Kahuna-pule Kimo


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