We’re all familiar with the little packs of condiment that we get (usually on request) with our fries. Many of us are also familiar with the mess that results when these things spring a leak, are mistreated, stepped on or pounded into submission.

We are like ketchup packs. There’s a lot of stuff inside. You have your stuff. I have my stuff. As long as there’s a balance, everything’s fine.

If we (or if we allow others to) repress or squash any part of our “stuff,” it will manifest itself in an ugly mess, and usually out the opposite end.

The Ketchup Pack Theory: “The more repressed, the bigger the mess.”