Flargle.
There's more fucking snow on the ground and I still fucking hate snow. Fuck.
Snow brings out the worst in me.
Adventures in family therapy have continued much as expected. I solved the problem of being constantly interrupted by not actually speaking today; I took a sheet of paper and systematically tore off strips, from which I then made origami stars, instead.
Today we heard my mother's life story. Not because my brother and I have never heard it before, and not because my mother wanted to talk about about her life story, but because Ms. Therapist decided that my brother and I needed to hear it. To further appreciate our mother and her traits. Or something. Look I don't know, the conversation was basically this, ad infinitum:
Mother: (Paragraph of life story at prompting from Ms. Therapist)
Ms. Therapist: (Paraphrases paragraph. Points out significant event or trait of mother's mentioned. Asks brother and I our opinions and, inexplicably, what we've 'learned' from this exposition)
Me: She is my mother, I admire her and love her, I have heard this story before.
Brother: She is my mother, I admire her and love her, I have heard this story before.
Ms. Therapist: (Prompts mother into verbalizing another paragraph of life story)
Lather, rinse, repeat.
At the end of it all, she 'hypothesized' a whole bunch of emotional shit about The Absent Father Figure--and we just all kind of sat there and nodded and collectively thought, "We had figured this out on our own, and actually explicitly said so like two sessions ago."
Ms. Therapist said 'y'know' 54 times, according to my Brother.
I don't know how to end this entry so I'll just say that I found a tumblr post that called tea 'leaf water' and that is my new favourite word ever.
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T
ETA: I took my dog out and it snowed AGAIN and it fucking SMELLS like fucking December I'm so fucking done.
In other news, I made myself a sandwich and then ate about half of a half (so a quarter, Taylor, we have a word for that) and then I forgot about it and derped around on the internet for a bit, and then I looked over and realized I STILL HAD SANDWICH and literally that was the happiest I have been all day.
Snow brings out the worst in me.
Adventures in family therapy have continued much as expected. I solved the problem of being constantly interrupted by not actually speaking today; I took a sheet of paper and systematically tore off strips, from which I then made origami stars, instead.
Today we heard my mother's life story. Not because my brother and I have never heard it before, and not because my mother wanted to talk about about her life story, but because Ms. Therapist decided that my brother and I needed to hear it. To further appreciate our mother and her traits. Or something. Look I don't know, the conversation was basically this, ad infinitum:
Mother: (Paragraph of life story at prompting from Ms. Therapist)
Ms. Therapist: (Paraphrases paragraph. Points out significant event or trait of mother's mentioned. Asks brother and I our opinions and, inexplicably, what we've 'learned' from this exposition)
Me: She is my mother, I admire her and love her, I have heard this story before.
Brother: She is my mother, I admire her and love her, I have heard this story before.
Ms. Therapist: (Prompts mother into verbalizing another paragraph of life story)
Lather, rinse, repeat.
At the end of it all, she 'hypothesized' a whole bunch of emotional shit about The Absent Father Figure--and we just all kind of sat there and nodded and collectively thought, "We had figured this out on our own, and actually explicitly said so like two sessions ago."
Ms. Therapist said 'y'know' 54 times, according to my Brother.
I don't know how to end this entry so I'll just say that I found a tumblr post that called tea 'leaf water' and that is my new favourite word ever.
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T
ETA: I took my dog out and it snowed AGAIN and it fucking SMELLS like fucking December I'm so fucking done.
In other news, I made myself a sandwich and then ate about half of a half (so a quarter, Taylor, we have a word for that) and then I forgot about it and derped around on the internet for a bit, and then I looked over and realized I STILL HAD SANDWICH and literally that was the happiest I have been all day.