cat fabric
I am too tired to really go about writing anything, but I felt like I should update this thing, so that I don't forget it exists.
Anyway, vague overview, hopefully to be elaborated on at some later date: Lots of emotions are swirling in my head right now and I that I can't make sense of them or make any decisions regarding their origins is making me feel like I ought to go back to the therapist. As a student, it's free, so the worst that could happen is that I waste an hour of my time once a week. I'm just not even sure I want to tell a therapist what I'm feeling and ask her what to do. Now feels like a 'playing cards close to the chest' kind of time, and even though a therapist is not involved in my life in any non-professional way, it would be scary to voice some of the thoughts that have been creeping in to my consciousness lately.
And I'm going to leave it cryptic like that because the whole thing makes a bad story anyway and I'd rather not put it into narrative form. And anyway, that is the therapist's job. I'm not even sure I have a narrative about it all yet, and that may be what is driving me to reconsider therapy. Narrative is at least some form of understanding, albeit a kind of shallow one. In lieu of actual resolution, at least I could think about it abstractly instead of feeling it directly once in awhile.
Blah blah.
I watched Star Trek and the X-files tonight and really had a good time! I had no idea that the X-files had such good writers! I think if I had time to add another obsession to my life, that could be a very strong candidate. And no, it's not just because I have a crush on an X-files fan (and Scully)...!
Now my cat is sitting next to me and purring, so I should stop writing and pet him for a bit, call him fat, and then lock him outta my room and go to sleep.
Anyway, vague overview, hopefully to be elaborated on at some later date: Lots of emotions are swirling in my head right now and I that I can't make sense of them or make any decisions regarding their origins is making me feel like I ought to go back to the therapist. As a student, it's free, so the worst that could happen is that I waste an hour of my time once a week. I'm just not even sure I want to tell a therapist what I'm feeling and ask her what to do. Now feels like a 'playing cards close to the chest' kind of time, and even though a therapist is not involved in my life in any non-professional way, it would be scary to voice some of the thoughts that have been creeping in to my consciousness lately.
And I'm going to leave it cryptic like that because the whole thing makes a bad story anyway and I'd rather not put it into narrative form. And anyway, that is the therapist's job. I'm not even sure I have a narrative about it all yet, and that may be what is driving me to reconsider therapy. Narrative is at least some form of understanding, albeit a kind of shallow one. In lieu of actual resolution, at least I could think about it abstractly instead of feeling it directly once in awhile.
Blah blah.
I watched Star Trek and the X-files tonight and really had a good time! I had no idea that the X-files had such good writers! I think if I had time to add another obsession to my life, that could be a very strong candidate. And no, it's not just because I have a crush on an X-files fan (and Scully)...!
Now my cat is sitting next to me and purring, so I should stop writing and pet him for a bit, call him fat, and then lock him outta my room and go to sleep.