I'm just gonna shout this one out there so there's absolutely no confusion. I am seeing someone. A therapist. I'm gonna call her my counselor, she's going to counsel me on stuff. I'll probably share the interesting, at the very least the FUNNY shit, but nasty shit? Maybe that too, if it's funny enough.
She told me I was above average intelligence and FUNNY. HA! JP always says I'm not funny. I think when you have had a - big quote marks here, use your feet if you have to - "CRAPPY CHILDHOOD" - end of big quote marks. I think that makes you a funny adult maybe because you've seen it all, or cuz laughing dulls the pain or cuz it just makes for really good stories...why do so many people like Seinfeld? There's your answer, someone's had a "crappy childhood".
She asked me three times in 45 minutes if I had homicidal thoughts. More times than if I had suicidal thoughts, but you know, MURDERING someone, did I have plans to murder anyone. No, not especially I said, not as I can recall.
Hahahaha! I wonder what is behind her fixation with murder? You've never struck me as the murderous type. Do you think she's projecting?
ReplyDeletePS: It always makes me feel better when someone I know and respect admits to seeing a therapist. I love mine. I've been seeing her for years. For some reason, some people thinks that means I'm crazy or something.
crazy? nah. talking to a therapist means you're talking to someone that will listen and offer legitimate options, unlike our friends that will usually A. agree with us, B. disagree with us. Paying someone to listen to me? Absolutely. (hey, you know and respect me! that's awesome!! :) same to you Lydia. <3.
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