July 24, Careful What You Wish For
I've been watching for the little envelope that shows I got mail "like a hawk." So now, within five minutes it's shown up four times telling me I have one new message. So I click and its not true! Argh.
And of course I keep wishing for someone special who will love me and cherish me and want to spend our old age together. So a member of my therapy group who I encourage a lot has been making it more and more clear they want a relationship with me. I've decided to be flattered and take cheer from this. Unfortunately (?) I feel only heterosexual urges. Sigh.
So, I want real mail rather than just seeing the little envelope. Shoot, there it is again. Let's see. Nope, nothing.
And I'm encouraged, but with all best wishes to Ri from my group for finding her dream partner, I would like my someone special someone to be male.
In other news today, I earned some money! What should I do with it? Put it toward the phone bill I guess. Not very exciting. I hear chocolate calling me from grocery stores throughout the city. The wailing is rising louder and louder. Nope, sorry. Phone bill.
Today in group Ri talked about how pleased she is with her progress as far as anger is concerned. She used to be loaded with it. It was scary just being around her. Now she says she just feels sorry for people.
I, on the other hand, who have spent my life being accepting of everyone (except myself of course), talked about how lately I have been feeling anger to the extent that I am more able to protect my interests despite my understanding of why the poor people who are willing to walk all over me are willing to do so. If Mr. Finer, my ninth grade English teacher is reading this--I don't want to edit that sentence!
And of course I keep wishing for someone special who will love me and cherish me and want to spend our old age together. So a member of my therapy group who I encourage a lot has been making it more and more clear they want a relationship with me. I've decided to be flattered and take cheer from this. Unfortunately (?) I feel only heterosexual urges. Sigh.
So, I want real mail rather than just seeing the little envelope. Shoot, there it is again. Let's see. Nope, nothing.
And I'm encouraged, but with all best wishes to Ri from my group for finding her dream partner, I would like my someone special someone to be male.
In other news today, I earned some money! What should I do with it? Put it toward the phone bill I guess. Not very exciting. I hear chocolate calling me from grocery stores throughout the city. The wailing is rising louder and louder. Nope, sorry. Phone bill.
Today in group Ri talked about how pleased she is with her progress as far as anger is concerned. She used to be loaded with it. It was scary just being around her. Now she says she just feels sorry for people.
I, on the other hand, who have spent my life being accepting of everyone (except myself of course), talked about how lately I have been feeling anger to the extent that I am more able to protect my interests despite my understanding of why the poor people who are willing to walk all over me are willing to do so. If Mr. Finer, my ninth grade English teacher is reading this--I don't want to edit that sentence!