Monday, February 2, 2009

Tod Maffin On The Couch - First Session

Tod is being unusually frank and forthcoming in his latest blog post.
It's a good start, for the little twerp.

D is also for denial.

Relax, Dickhead

You know what your problem is?
You're a fake.

He keeps himself hopped on feel-good drugs, over-books his engagements, can't sleep properly, and then wonders why he has a breakdown in the bathroom of an airplane.

He secretly suspects that his dotcom charade is a house of cards but keeps adding more cards until he loses his nerve .

His wife realizes that he's not what he's cracked up to be. He's just cracked.
Instead of smoking, because of sensitive lungs, he pops pills.

And nothing is his fault.

He was abandoned by his father, so of course he has issues. Deep issues.

His relationship with his mother, who went on to a religious career, will make it hard for him to have a successful marriage.

Especially with me.

He should talk with Strombo, who found a way to cope with an absent father.
Make it into a radio special.
Marc Emery also has some worthwhile views on the subject.
He'll give Tod the framework for an award-winning program.
This would help Tod in more ways than one.

Exercise and get off the pills.
Be honest with himself. The article is a good start, but it's still avoiding the truth, and largely a manipulative piece that tries to engender sympathy.
But you also see an "I'm special", a twisting of the tale.
It's not entirely fair for Tod to take sole credit for MindfulEye.
He won't admit that it was not a valid investment for more than 5 minutes.
He blew other people's money on a dream that he didn't think through.
Everything is short-term.

He wants help, but wants to be in charge.

He may never be fully cured.

He brags about his success and lifestyle, but still wants you to feel sorry for him.
He thinks he's on to something, something he can exploit, his own illness. How much can he milk it for?

Tod put a lot of work into that piece. A LOT of work. That stuff takes days, even weeks to come up with. He has talent. He wants to entertain.
He was aiming for gut-wrenching, but it's so shallow.
He's experienced stress, which he doesn't handle well, but never real tragedy and loss.

He wants to be wealthy, famous, loved, respected, happy.

Don't we all.

What's your problem?

Tod Maffin's version of absolute power.
I wrote a comment at a famous blog.
Tod didn't like it, and took the intial steps of legal action to have it removed.
He was successful.

It made me an unhappy camper.
And I happen to really like it here.