Whooooo are you…
I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name He said, “You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away” I staggered back to the underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin’ punches around And preachin’ from my chair Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) ‘Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I took the tube back out of town Back to the rollin’ pin I felt a little like a dying clown With a streak of Rin Tin Tin I stretched back and I hiccupped And looked back on my busy day Eleven hours in the tin pan God, there’s got to be another way Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Come on Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Come on tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) ‘Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I know there’s a place you walked Where love falls from the trees My heart is like a broken cup I only feel right on my knees I spit out like a sewer hole Yet still receive your kiss How can I measure up to anyone now After such a love as this? Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Come on tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell me, tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Come on come on who? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Come on tell me, who are you? (Who are you?)
I really wanna know I really wanna know Come on tell me, who are you, you, you, you? Who are you?
Songwriters BUNETTA, JULIAN C. / ATWEH, NASRI TONY / BIANCO, PATRICK J. / BROOKE, ALLY / CABELLO, CAMILA / HANSEN, DINAH JANE / JAUREGUI, LAUREN / KORDEI, NORMANIWow those lyrics weren’t as deep and meaningful was I was young singing along with the radio.And now, three plus decades into self help I ponder…This past weekend I went to a retreat center called, “Kripalu” in western Massachusetts, to attend a workshop called “The Wisdom of The Enneagram Workshop.” To learn more about what is it, where it came from, etc., go here: http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/FAQs.asp#1 On my journey to get out of suffering and to a place where I was and now am, comfortable in my own skin – I call it “Home In Me”…. discovering who I was in countless ways, including astrology and personality testing, was really helpful. I’ve taken dozens of these sorts of tests. I am so “Right Brained”, I should be tilted as I walk. In Myers Briggs I am an ENFP. I’m a Type 2 in the Enneagram world. Here’s what I see as a major difference between the Enneagram and other tests. It’s like learning what the best shape of sunglasses to wear for your particular face shape, or clothing style, or shade of hair color. It’s great data to know, but other than that one shift in buying and wearing, where is the ongoing juicy good stuff? Is it a one hit wonder, or can it grow and deepen me with continued use and investigation? And then the inner critic chimes in, as a narrator in the brain, mocking everything I just said. And why in the world should anyone even give any of this mumbo-jumbo, esoteric rhetoric any attention anyway? Aren’t we who we are, and that’s the way it is anyway? Why not focus on job promotions or having fun? All this self-help crap is a downer!! L.O.L. I hear you! Let us continue on. Socrates said that, “An unexamined life isn’t worth living.” When I looked for more info on this, I found this on Yahoo: “What he meant was that one must continually investigate the difference between perception and reality. If one does not investigate the difference between perception and reality they are wasting their life, since no significant growth is possible if one persists in maintaining his own status quo. People often question Socrates regarding the limits of his assertion, after all, if one were to commit to marriage, one wouldn’t want to constantly examine the marriage, thus undermining it, right? Which is why I say that Socrates meant that examining life simply implies that one tries to discern between reality and perception. It’s not about knowing the details – rather it’s about knowing what it is that gives the details meaning. Inevitably, all mistakes are the consequence of a discrepancy between reality and perception. The mistake is just the effect. The difference between res interna and res externa/extensa are the significant qualities of life that ought to be examined constantly. “Inner critic: Ya, well, that was a long time ago. Doesn’t apply to 2014.2014: Byron Katie: www.thework.com “Self Investigation is THE way.” Point made.Ok enough about them. Back to me. L.O.L. Sometimes, for me, human beings are a freaking head trip! Is it me, or is the world crazy? Or maybe I’M THE CRAZY ONE (which I have suspected for my entire life), and the world is fine. One minute my girl friend likes me; another she is projecting on me and won’t talk to me. A co-worker loved, loved, loved me…until I got a promotion, and now I’m evil in her eyes. To her, I’ve become, “The Man”. Talked to my very best friend every day for YEARS…till my divorce…then she hid her sons and husband, and I wasn’t allowed over anymore.For days my partner and I have been hanging around at camp feelin’ groovy, but after 2-3 days, he needs to go to his man cave! It’s not because we weren’t having a blast, but because he is a man, and some men are like the tide. They come and go and need to. I used to be really confused about this, and noticed that all the men in my life did this, in some form or another; come in like the tide, stay present for however long (it varied from man/situation), then pulled awayyyyyyyy. Come and goooooo. I would freak out about the loss of connection, seeing it as rejection, sinking into my basic fear of not being loved. I waged war against the separation by following him to the cave and trying to drag him out.This is what I call “Sleep Reacting”; like I am Unconscious! I don’t know the truth about what’s happening. I am just reacting from the place in me that runs this human being called Catherine. I DO know that I’m suffering. I DO know I’m not getting what I want. I DO know that what I’m doing is getting me the opposite of what I feel I want and need. I DO believe that insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Thus, I believe: I am insane.Until… I investigate. I examine. I learn. I learn about this particular “car” I’m driving. As in, I am a female. In my female body, I get clingier once a month and more independent at another time of month. It’s “kinda” like a guy, but mine is driven by hormones and stress factors. I educate myself on being female – great book: The Female Brain by Louann Brizendine and anything by Christine Northrup. Then I learn about this female’s personality. I was born with a way of taking in and responding to life that is formed out of this personality. I need to learn how it works so that I can try to be in driver’s seat more and react, unconsciously, less. Then I learn about other people’s “car”, other people’s personalities. Then I learn about how each personality works together or doesn’t and why. And with each level of investigation and education, I understand and accept more…. and suffer less. Our interpretation of life, the story we make up about EVERYTHING, causes emotion. Our brain is a pharmacy. The emotions we feel is like a person at the pick-up counter at the CVS drug store. I want to pick up more “Happy time” and less “Anxiety”, please. A great way to change the story is to gather more accurate data. Learning is just that; gathering data. Change your perspective, change your story. Change your emotions, change your chemistry. Change your life. Did this happen in a Holy Temple in silence, wearing robes and tempting malaria? No. Did you have to use vacation time? No. You get the point.
So WHY spend the time, money, effort and emotional stress learning about yourself and others? Simple: to be free from the weight, stress and waste caused by ignorance. Contrary to a fantasy hope is NOT BLISS. Do the work to have more space in your own head and body for inner peace and joy.
I believe in you. Look beneath the surface of the obvious… theres a whole other beautiful world under there!
Love, Catherine