Awkwardness is my homeboy/Adventures in therapy

I decided to strike up a conversation with a cashier the other day because I had a crap ton of groceries,so I knew I’d be there a while and I was feeling friendly. She replied and I couldn’t hear her because my hearing is shit and apparently her ability to speak at a decent volume is shit. So I began speaking quietly hoping she couldn’t hear my responses either but I’m pretty sure she could because she gave me this look like,”the fuck..” Also,me going from a regular volume to a soft one made it seem like my nonsense was suddenly a secret. I left confident that she’s convinced I’m crazy.

Speaking of crazy…

So last week I decided my “crazy” was probably something I should mention to a professional so, I went to a mental health clinic. I sat in the waiting room and immediately took out my phone to avoid eye contact with anyone. Then I realized,hey you’re in a mental health clinic..acting weird is expected. So I relaxed a little. The guy across from me was wearing neon blue shorts and listening to a Walkman and singing along very loudly to Meatloafs “bat outta hell” but he changed the words to shit like “and I’m uh wearing my shorts!!! Fuck you whooo!! ” I immediately liked him. This dude was all out of fucks to give. He was great.After like 2 hrs I got called back to see the Dr. She asked me maybe 2 questions before laughing while saying “you need therapy” and she kept saying it..I started wondering if I was in the wrong place. Like, did I mistakenly go to my gyno and start rambling to her about my fears? And she’s all like “I just wanna know how your lady parts are doing..why are you telling me about fucked shit from your past?” But it made her awkward so all she could do was laugh and tell me I need therapy. I remembered tho that my gyno is a black lady and this woman was not and also my gyno is super awesome and too sweet to tell me I need therapy,so I settled on the thought that either she’s a little crazy or was trying to be funny. Then she told me id be doing group therapy. I let her know I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t say highly inappropriate or awkward things. She said “oh don’t worry..our last session started off with the topic of ways to improve our lives and ended with them discussing how to skin a coyote.” And now I’m certain im about to make a whole group of new best friends.

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