talk therapy

I only have 20 minutes to think of something to say at my therapist appointment. But all I really want to do is to walk in the snow. Nothing would please me more.

But since it’s too late to cancel, I had better think of something.

I guess I could talk about my pants. The pants that were just delivered which it turns out are not the right fit. Should I return it to the store? Should I do UPS? And what is the correct size to replace it with? How can one tell when you buy clothing online? Is there such a thing as a correct size? Maybe I am the incorrect size and the pants are perfect.

These are the real dilemmas I confront each day.

I could talk about another experiment with a gummy yesterday which at first felt pretty good and it put me in a mood to water all of my plants and change the water in the humidifier. Which had about a 10 minute positive impact on my outlook towards life.

I could talk about how I think I broke my new vacuum cleaner while attempting to empty it without reading the instructions. And I don’t have the mechanical skill to repair it.

I could talk about how I lied to a friend to get out of going to her birthday party, telling her I had a tickets to an opera that I had considered going to last night. But you see it turned out I had the date wrong, of the opera. And if my friend looked up the opera online she would wonder how I could possibly have gone to a performance that never happened. And then I’ll have to come up with an excuse to explain that.

I could talk about why I did not want to go to this party. That I have not been to a party since at least 2015. That’s a pretty long time. And whatever social skills I once had have completely atrophied and my confidence in them all but withered away.

I could talk about last night’s episode of Love It or List It and my new addiction to reality house hunting shows.

I could talk about the longest period of time I’ve yet experienced without any deaths in my aquarium.

Now I worry that I won’t have time to fit all of this into a 50 minute appointment. I could talk about that, too.

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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