Okay, I don’t think I’ve ranted about the book The Secret yet. If I have, well, it’s my blog and I’ll double-rant if I want to. So, The Secret. Oprah ordained this book shortly after the DVD of the same name was released. After that it lurched to the top of the bestseller’s list and, much to my chagrin, has been the most requested book at my workplace ever since. I swear if I hear one more person waxing philosophical about the law of attraction I will throttle them right there in the aisle between Self Help and Psychology. Thank Zeus for my colleague Leeman who regularly stops by my section and reads random passages of The Secret in the voice of Christopher Walken. If not for him, I would’ve torched our stock of 100+ copies long ago.
Now, if you want to believe that we attract every person, situation and experience into our lives as some sort of karmic learning vehicle, well, be my guest. Just be sure to let me know how sexual abuse, rape and genocide fit into that paradigm. I’ve not heard a decent explanation yet. And how does one choose to bring these things to themselves? And how does one quantify that such a process is taking place? How would you really know that it was your almighty intention that drew an experience to you and not the random confluence of events?
Sigh. Maybe I’m just bitter. Maybe I wish the law of attraction really were so. If it were true I would’ve been off this stupid planet a long time ago. But I’m here, writing this blog. So...fuck The Secret. Law of attraction my ass.