Blathering on

This entire post is fiction, I get bored some days. ENJOY!



My current health care provider/therapist, of questionable descent, sat me down promptly on the couch of retrospective contemplation and asked the following questions.

Where was my life going?
What was I doing with it? (it being "my life")
How did I feel about the current events that had transpired?
Was I in a fulfilling relationship?

I cannot explain the panic I felt at the thought that I may have to search through my feelings and spew out answers to these questions.

I had failed horridly in my life, according to them.
I wasn't going anywhere currently.
And I felt just awful about the lot of it.
My perspective of relationships could be summed up in one word, complicated.

Then I began to realize that I could never be something I was not.
My life was in a rut, I wasn't that upset about it.
I wasn't keen on moving.
I wasn't going to win the beauty contest next week, which was okay.
I wasn't going to be president of the chess club, but I could still play chess.
I wasn't going to join a sorority, big deal.
My relationships were on the verge of non-existence, but I liked myself.

Afterwards I felt as if a hole had been carved in my brain. All of my feelings of self-worth were gone at the beginning of the session; in one fell swoop therapy/and therapist had rendered me just another mindless zombie in a stream of mindless zombies, but I thought it through and…

I quit going to therapy.
I decided humor was my friend.

Since then I've been a much better person.
And now, I take this into mind when I am in a relationship.
xkcd
over all, I laugh more and think less. Isn't life funny?

Plus I get to spend all this free/unimportant time reading certain web comics....