peridot
11-04-06, 12:58 AM
A new episode in everybody's favorite soap opera/comedy/reality TV show,"And you ask me why I seem to have low self-esteem?" Today my new therapist fell asleep while I was talking to him. Several times. Actually, every time I was talking, as far as I could tell. And it's not like he's a Freudian so that I'm on a couch facing away from him and he could sleep for 50 straight minutes without my knowing (hell, he could be dead without my knowing.) No, he was sitting facing me.
It's not enough that I forget everything, trip every 5 seconds, drop things and cause other things to fall by trying to catch them, wear my clothes inside out, forget to take off price tags, drive to the wrong address because I'm on autopilot, take the wrong disc to my daughter's school as part of my volunteer work and burn the bottom out of the kettle because I forget that I'm boiling water. No, I've got to be colossally boring on top of it all. Or I've just started seeing a really lousy therapist.
In one of his conscious moments, he tells me that my assignment this week is to do things because I've decided to accept their consequences rather than because I feel guilty. Hey doc, you are telling this to a woman who is perfectly capable of this chain of thought: "Hmm, if I do this I will embarass myself and have behaved unprofessionally. On the other hand, if I do this, I will definitely have left a lasting impression on this gathering AND made a grand exit. Let's go for it."
I am proud to say that I did not leave a lasting impression on his office or make a grand exit. I smiled politely and decided silently that I would definitely be cancelling our next appointment.
It would all be rather funny, except that irrational as it may be, I feel stupid and boring. And clumsy. Ah well.
It's not enough that I forget everything, trip every 5 seconds, drop things and cause other things to fall by trying to catch them, wear my clothes inside out, forget to take off price tags, drive to the wrong address because I'm on autopilot, take the wrong disc to my daughter's school as part of my volunteer work and burn the bottom out of the kettle because I forget that I'm boiling water. No, I've got to be colossally boring on top of it all. Or I've just started seeing a really lousy therapist.
In one of his conscious moments, he tells me that my assignment this week is to do things because I've decided to accept their consequences rather than because I feel guilty. Hey doc, you are telling this to a woman who is perfectly capable of this chain of thought: "Hmm, if I do this I will embarass myself and have behaved unprofessionally. On the other hand, if I do this, I will definitely have left a lasting impression on this gathering AND made a grand exit. Let's go for it."
I am proud to say that I did not leave a lasting impression on his office or make a grand exit. I smiled politely and decided silently that I would definitely be cancelling our next appointment.
It would all be rather funny, except that irrational as it may be, I feel stupid and boring. And clumsy. Ah well.