Dec 28, 2004 19:36
...I fully expect to return a cured man; full of fire and hope and promise, belief and love and acceptance, pride and confidence and heroism.
Or, at least $25 poorer.
There's too much to even begin getting into for a mere 50-minute hour -- where to start? Do I limit myself to one topic or try to shotgun the sense of the plethora of things that are agonizing me? I guess the Krug situation weighs heaviest right now, maybe I best run with that. Forego the whining about my loss of place, sour grapes about friends' seeming prosperity and planning, adroit and icy dismissal from those who have purported to love me, inability to connect with anyone 'new' as a comrade, the dread of being old, the dread of being unhealthy, the dread of not being able to name one song by Death Cab for Cutie. Career terror. Creativity sap. Burdened by belongings. Worries of a fiscal nature. Deep melancholia. Missing my friends. Missing my dreams.
Hmmm. Perhaps I can spend the entire session mired in panic about not knowing what to address. This feels like an adequate Larry-David-esque "solution".
cheers