Action Figures and Relationships
Jensen shares a revealing story about his obsession with action figures and how it impacted his college relationship. In a moment of intimacy, he prioritizes picking up his fallen collectibles over connecting with his partner, highlighting a struggle with communication and emotional awareness. This anecdote serves as a poignant reminder of how personal quirks can affect romantic dynamics.In this clip
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Mental Illness Happy Hour
#218 Jensen Karp
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I am almost 60 years old and have started looking back at my younger years, especially ages 12 to 32. I believe my frontal lobes came online late, and I developed many strong attachments to girls during that time. I think I fell in love maybe 12 or 13 times. (Ask me about singing to a girl over the phone or castrating pigs with a girl's father just to be seen.) No one ever spoke to me about my brain, and I realize my brain made me a real asshole. I was hurt, and other people were hurt. I take responsibility for my own actions, but is it also OK for me to harbor a little resentment about my education? Would I have listened if someone had told me about it?
I am almost 60 years old and have started looking back at my younger years, especially ages 12 to 32. I believe my frontal lobes came online late, and I developed many strong attachments to girls during that time. I think I fell in love maybe 12 or 13 times. (Ask me about singing to a girl over the phone or castrating pigs with a girl's father just to be seen.) No one ever spoke to me about my brain, and I realize my brain made me a real asshole. I was hurt, and other people were hurt. I take responsibility for my own actions, but is it also OK for me to harbor a little resentment about my education? Would I have listened if someone had told me about it?
I am almost 60 years old and have started looking back at my younger years, especially ages 12 to 32. I believe my frontal lobes came online late, and I developed many strong attachments to girls during that time. I think I fell in love maybe 12 or 13 times. (Ask me about singing to a girl over the phone or castrating pigs with a girl's father just to be seen.) No one ever spoke to me about my brain, and I realize my brain made me a real asshole. I was hurt, and other people were hurt. I take responsibility for my own actions, but is it also OK for me to harbor a little resentment about my education? Would I have listened if someone had told me about it?