ok… the very last word on the situation with my new therapist. i was trying to explain to her how it felt more comfortable for me to see a therapist who made me feel uncomfortable than it feels to see a therapist who makes me feel comfortable. a concept so convoluted, i don’t know how anyone could ever grasp it, including myself who uttered it.  But you know what? She totally totally got it. I was shocked. So now I really do have to continue with her, at least while I’m still in town.

It really is such a strange strange thing. to feel more comfortable being around people who make you feel uncomfortable than with the people who make you feel comfortable. i realize i just replicated from the previous paragraph.

because maybe if I keep typing it over and over again, it will begin to make sense to me. although then it will lose its mystery and elusiveness, which are the very things i thrive upon.

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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