newest therapist

i’m really excited about my new therapist. i felt this instant like of her that i hope is a good thing. i mean she just seems like someone who could be my friend in the real world. she’s just so cool, in a human way. all of these Christo posters lining her office in the Monadnock Building, which is amongst the most magical places in this city.

she quoted Phillip Larkin (who I have not read) because she thought i’d appreciate hearing the words of a poet who had to work a day gig as a librarian.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. / They may not mean to, but they do. / They fill you with the faults they had / And add some extra, just for you.

i actually was less impressed with the verse than i was with the fact that she dropped the f-bomb in our first session. and i don’t even think i had even mentioned my parents at that point in our conversation.

maybe it will turn out to be a not so good idea to see a therapist who could be your friend… but then again, it’s so rare to find people who “get” you (and do not pathologize you), who has sense of how an artist would think. i also thought her glasses were really cool. they really were.

but i will definitely go back, just to sit in her office again.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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