I’ve spent a lot of time in therapy…and not always by my own motivation…I’ve actually gotten so I rather like it…hell, I get to talk about me…that’s all I really like to do anyway…its just a bit insulting to think I have to pay someone to listen…course, at least if I’m paying, I don’t have to worry about them telling me to “shut up”…or “quit whining”…or “if you don’t stop I swear I’ll smother you in your sleep”…not that I’ve ever been told the latter…recently… Being a therapist is a weird profession…basically being paid to act like someone’s friend…which I guess is legal, until you add sex…then, of course, shame shame…you can be friendly, but not THAT friendly…and do they really have to go to school that long to learn to listen and ask you what you think about what you just said?…when I’m paying THEM to tell ME what THEY think about what I just said…but then they’d be talking and I wouldn’t be talking about me, which is why I’m there in the first place…and not because I think I need it…or its suggested…or there’s a “court order”…or “society needs to be protected”…my favorite therapist is “Mistress” T…who works at Kaiser Permanente…the Ellis Island of the medical community…I think she’s actually helped me in many ways, because I feel better, which causes me a great deal of anxiety, because I feel a need to bring drama to our sessions…and when I feel good…there’s not as much drama…so I feel like I need to bring a new sickness to the table each time we meet…which I’m sorry to say is a challenge I rather enjoy…but I’m grateful for Mistress T…and for the fact that she’s pretty computer illiterate and will never read what I just wrote about her…let’s see…next week…I know…“I’ve been chewing on my cat’s tail!!!”