Some of you may or may not know anything about my personal life, this is, again, assuming that someone reads this. I have no intention of actually dropping any of the juicy details, except to say that I started seeing a counselor. It's mainly just to deal with one area of my life. Not crazy, just conflicted and quite possibly confused. At the going rate of $100/hour, hopefully we can straighten this out quickly.
It was the oddest experience though. I've never even seen this woman before. I walked in, sat down, she introduced herself and I did the same. I then proceeded to drop the Cliffs Notes version of my dilemma and waited like a nervous school girl for the principal's reaction. This is something that I don't talk to other people about and I just blabbed on and on about extremely personal and private issues to a total stranger.
Could she help me? Would she laugh at me? Is she really going to keep this stuff confidential? On a scale of 1 to 10, how crazy am I, compared to others who walk in here? Did she really want to cringe? Was that your actual reaction or the generic one you save for the really bad cases? Do you think I'm a moron? Are you saying you can help me because you can or because you know I'm about to drop a lot of cash on this "experience"? Is that why you complimented me on my shoes?
I have been thinking about what this woman does for a living, as I wrote her what will probably be the first of many checks. What an easy way to make a living, right? Sit on the couch and listen to other people bitch. Then ask them about it and help them help themselves. Problem solved! I am clearly in the wrong line of work. Right?
Surely it must be a little depressing though. I know a lot of people have experienced horrors that make my trip to the counselor seem silly and frivolous. Maybe listening to traumatic experiences of others makes her feel better about her own life. All I know is that for $100 an hour, I would listen to a lot of crap, too.
--A
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