I ain't no monkey

One of the Jungian institutes in Zurich (there are two - I discussed it with Monsieur, who studied there, and he told me there were two because the original one had a meltdown over some issues that seemed piffling. I think my mouth gaped at that and then he told me a strong background in Jungian analysis doesn't always mean you can resolve your own damn conflicts. I think I'll concentrate on tying it in to conflict resolution in my studies if I ever go that route) has started offering distance training by contracting out the requisite 300 hours of analysis to any IAAP-approved analyst you can find in your own nieghbourhood.

I suppose they had to, since these studies involve a pretty big practicum and there aren't quite enough crazy people in Switzerland to go around to all the trainees, or at least not enough crazy people who are poor enough to consent to work with a trainee analyst instead of a real one, or instead of doing lots and lots of drugs.

Anyways, I'm over the moon that if I go that route I won't nescessarily have to live somewhere dark or cold or Swiss while I do it. I would have to go there six weeks a year, but you know, six weeks a year in Switzerland sound okay. I liked Switzerland. Definitely not enough to live there, but certainly enough to listen to the pleasant cowbells and funny moon-man languages six weeks a year.

I'm still riding high over what I've heard from Belgium. We'll see if my defeciencies will be acceptable to them but in any case it's emboldened me to contact other schools. The future is very exciting now, as firmer shapes rise up in the grey mist of often-inscrutable Potential. I guess I'm no closer to knowing what will be happening this time next year but that seems much easier to take this week.

Well, this post is a silly navel gaze that's all about me, me, me. Here's another article I wrote about Turkey and the EU, maybe that will get the flavour of self-absorbed Spliffedom out of your mouth.