Therapy. Lesbians. (This is much less dramatic than the intro made it sound, but the intro is accurate! Just wait!)
I decided to go into therapy, cause, you know. I think we can all use someone to talk to and stuff. My best friend is in school to become a counselor and sometimes she says brilliant insightful things based on what she's learned* and I was like hey, lots of things have changed in my life, maybe I should stop exploiting my best friend for free therapy and talk to a professional.
*She said brilliant and insightful things before too. Like, one time, she accused me of wanting to spend the night at her house because I had a crush on her little brother and she was RIGHT!**
**We were maybe fourteen and her brother was a year or slightly less younger than her. Crushes on 13 year olds when you're 14 aren't gross. Crushes on your best friends little brother are gross. Too close, ladies, don't do it.
So I found a therapist that was super close to work and a woman (important to me, I said to Crockett offhandedly that 'I don't want a male therapist because I'd probably try to make him like me' WHICH WOAH I SHOULD probably tell my real therapist about that) and she was very much not my thing. She just agreed with me a lot.
Since I always think I'm right, that is not a helpful problem solving attitude.
If paid enablers were a thing I would totally call her first.
So I found another woman, further from work but still commutable during a work day distance, and she does all these wacky things, and she asked me questions, and wrote stuff down, and I just loved her. Unfortunately, lots of other people love her too, so she couldn't work me in regularly until mid June. She called today with a cancellation for tomorrow, though, so I started the book that she recommended (The Happiness Trap) just a few minutes ago...
while watching The L Word.
Boom, therapy and lesbians. Do I deliver in the least exciting way possible or WHAT.