Chair Therapy

Today I am thinking about Clint Eastwood.  As a yellow-dog Democrat,  (Which in case you don't have this particular idiom in your neck of the woods, means I'd rather vote for an old yeller dog than a Republican)  I think we owe Clint a great big thank you for completely making everyone forget what Mitt Romney said.  But, generally speaking, I am not going to be talking politics here, because 1) I'm not going to change your mind and 2) I'm not going to change your mind.

But I keep seeing good old Clint up there on the national stage talking to an empty chair.  And I figured he had to be pretty ticked off at President Obama to feel the need for some public political therapy by talking an inanimate object.  And then I thought, maybe we should all get a chair and keep it in our closet, or basement--if you prefer your privacy, or if you are like Clint, you could put it out in the driveway, or on the deck.  One of those nice folding camp chairs might be handy.  Someone pisses you off by running that red light.  Pull over, get out your camp chair and give it what for.   Carry it in to work on bad days as a way to give notice you are not to be messed with.

The key is to pick the right person to sit in your chair.  The nice thing is, you can rotate people though on a needs-be basis.  I have some ex-husbands, a couple bosses and a few philandering ex-friends I might have given a good tongue-lashing to at one time.  Today, I am feeling very benevolent and can't think of anyone to put in the 'bad" chair.  So maybe, we could switch things up  and sometimes put someone in our chair that has earned our kind, loving words. And then better yet--after you practice on the chair--actually tell the person.  That, in fact, should be the way to make someone's day.