It’s not me. It’s my alien hand. In fact, sometimes my whole body feels alien.
Gwen: I’m sorry George.
George: I don’t understand. Things were going so great. What happened? Something must have happened.
Gwen: It’s not you, it’s me.
George: You’re giving me the “it’s not you, it’s me” routine? I invented “it’s not you, it’s me”. Nobody tells me it’s them, not me. If it’s anybody, it’s me.
Gwen: All right, George, it’s you.
George: You’re damn right it’s me.
Quotation from Seinfeld Episode 70, The Lip Reader
Alien Hand Syndrome (DamnInteresting.com) The alien hand may undo buttons or tear clothes while the sufferer is completely unaware of what the hand is doing.
To quote the words of Baba Ram Dass (at least I think they were his)
‘Be here now’
“It’s not you, it’s me.” What a line. Translated –> “It’s me – I don’t like you.”
(it’s the thoughts in my brain that feel alien at times…)
George wanted to have hand.
Ah that old line. I’ve used it and had it used on me. Not a very brave way to handle situations. I don’t use it anymore. Now that i’m older i’ve found truth to be quicker to end things and quicker to heal. Best to just get it over with and move on with both your lives.
Well, it’s not me or you… I’ve just been busy and still love every post you’ve made.
Tee Hee! I like it. Take ownership I say … damn right!
very cool!