"Cure for an obsession: get another one"
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Aphorisms like this don’t comfort you; they corner you. Cooley’s line takes the self-help promise of “cure” and swaps in a sly, almost clinical cynicism: the remedy for fixation isn’t purity or balance, it’s substitution. That’s the joke, and it lands because it’s recognizably true in the way modern life actually runs. We don’t climb out of compulsions so much as we trade them in, like old phones.
The intent is less prescriptive than diagnostic. Cooley is pointing at the mind’s basic economy: attention has to go somewhere, and “obsession” is often just attention stripped of social approval. If you can’t stop thinking, you can at least redirect what you’re thinking about. The subtext is both pragmatic and unsettling. It quietly admits that willpower is overrated; structure, novelty, and displacement do the heavy lifting. It also implies that the self isn’t a unified captain steering the ship, but a bundle of appetites you manage with decoys.
Context matters: Cooley’s reputation is built on sharp, compressed observations that distrust grand narratives. Coming out of a late-20th-century America thick with consumer choice, therapeutic language, and new addictions masquerading as “passions,” the line reads like a micro-critique of the era’s endless reinvention. The “cure” offered here is intentionally compromised: not freedom, but a better cage. The brilliance is that it names what we already do, then asks whether we’re calling it healing just because it’s socially functional.
The intent is less prescriptive than diagnostic. Cooley is pointing at the mind’s basic economy: attention has to go somewhere, and “obsession” is often just attention stripped of social approval. If you can’t stop thinking, you can at least redirect what you’re thinking about. The subtext is both pragmatic and unsettling. It quietly admits that willpower is overrated; structure, novelty, and displacement do the heavy lifting. It also implies that the self isn’t a unified captain steering the ship, but a bundle of appetites you manage with decoys.
Context matters: Cooley’s reputation is built on sharp, compressed observations that distrust grand narratives. Coming out of a late-20th-century America thick with consumer choice, therapeutic language, and new addictions masquerading as “passions,” the line reads like a micro-critique of the era’s endless reinvention. The “cure” offered here is intentionally compromised: not freedom, but a better cage. The brilliance is that it names what we already do, then asks whether we’re calling it healing just because it’s socially functional.
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