It’s that time of the month, again. No, not that time of the month. Therapy time!
Things went pretty well last visit, I thought. Okay, no they didn’t. But after a series of desperate e-mails and late-night hang-ups, Dr. Typepad finally convinced me to see him again. (I think my therapist has more problems than I do.) And the shameless spying continues:
Him: Today, I’d like to try some association games.
Me: Yay, games! Oh, it’s just those inkblot thingies.
Him: You’ve seen these?
Me: Only on TV.
Him: They can be rather insightful.
Me: Really? I always thought they were kind of stupid because, obviously, you’re only going to see what you want to see. But, that one you’re holding right there? That one is clearly a pickup truck. A blue and white pickup truck.
Him: Interesting. People don’t usually see colors in these black and white prints.
Me: I must be gifted.
Him: What about this one?
Me: A squash. Duh.
Him: This one?
Me: An Einböck tine weeder. This is child’s play. Give me something harder.
Him: Okay, how about this one?
Me: Oh, I like that one.
Him: What do you see?
Me: I see…wow. It’s, um…nothing. It’s a kangaroo. Can I bring this one home?
Him: Well…okay. If you bring it back next time.
Therapy is taking a turn for the awesome!