All Better
I had a bit of a surprise Thursday night at therapy.
My headshrink suggested that further sessions wouldn’t be neccessary. Didn’t see that one coming. At least, not quite this quickly. Granted, we’d cut our sessions back to every other week some time back, but I hadn’t quite expected to cut them out entirely this soon. Still, I suppose if the professional says I’m mentally well enough to stop, I should listen, right? Well, I won’t put up a survey on the state of my mental health, so, don’t get your hopes up!
I guess I should have gotten a clue when that one girl from Match.com wrote that I “seem like a regular guy looking for a regular gal” and I had to agree. I’m not half as complicated as I like to think I am. And, the fact that she subsequently vanished from Match? Well, I’m not quite narcissistic enough to think that was about me. At least, not all about me. Yes, I still tend to believe the worst about myself, but, then, don’t a lot of people? I mean, when we spill our coffee, aren’t most of us sure that the whole world is judging us as a result?
Yeah, I’d love to spend more time digging for more answers about why I am the way I am, but, in the end, does it really matter? I’m me, good and bad, and I’m fairly aware of what would be good to change or improve. And, while I might not agree with everyone else’s opinions about that, I have enough clarity to pay attention and work on stuff I want to work on. Like that whole dating thing. I’m still not quite convinced the Bookstore Method works, but, it can’t be any worse than Match.com, right? Right? RIGHT?!
Aw, even that didn’t turn out too badly. Sure, it would have been nice if things had gone a little better, but, well, they sure could have gone worse. Well, I have been cooking more lately, and I keep meaning to post about that. And, I have a copy of Cooking to Hook Up : The Bachelor’s Date-Night Cookbook. So, I suppose I am fairly well armed for a date at home. Of course, that does assume I can ever get my house cleaned enough for another human to see it. Seems like as soon as I clean up one thing, two more collapse into entropy.
Well, in any case, I’ll go back at least once more, next month, and then, probably, call it quits. If something comes up, I can always make another appointment and, in the mean time, that co-pay will go a fair way towards paying off that laptop or buying dinner for a date. So, I guess it all works out. Watch this space for my dating adventures and misadventures. When I finally find a girl that I don’t scare off too soon. 😉
