Everything is a metaphor, even a monkey neck massager I got for my birthday. I had to ask what it was when I opened the box. “It’s a neck massager,” my friend said, anxious for me to try it and get the benefit of a good neck massage. I tried it. I hated it. It doesn’t massage; it vibrates your brain and all you want is to turn it off. I have a monkey around my neck, I thought. I can’t reject the monkey because it was a gift from a good friend who wanted to please me. But I don’t like the monkey. I should like the monkey but I don’t. Double-bind.
But what a great metaphor for double-binding situations where the monkey (the situation either internal or external) is split into heads and tails that generates an anxiety vibration. You can’t choose the whole monkey, or whole situation. You being to panic. The situation is divided into two incompatible views, each with their own reference, each self consistent, yet each is mutually dependent upon the opposite end, so you can’t choose the One monkey without ending up with half a monkey. No mater what you do, you lose.
That is a monkey around you neck, and the double-bind keeps vibrating as you oscillate between the two incompatible choices….yet you must choose, but you can’t. How do you get out? You create a metaphor! I now love this monkey!