So, when I was a grad student in English, I had a girlfriend who was a voracious reader. The problem, however, what that her taste in literature was god-awful...worse than just pedestrian...she seemed to actively seek out the crappiest books available. (I don't know how many of you might be familiar with lesbian literature, but there's a lot out there that's horrible, and I'd say she owned most of it.) I'll cop to being a total book snob, but I'd say that her literary preferences were one of the top 3 reasons we didn't stay together. (Fear not...these years later I recognize that the very top reason was that I was an a_ _!)

Anyway, for that reason, I'm sort of afraid to look at my T's collection. It's down in the waiting room, where I could really full-on gawk at it without her ever knowing. And I get that it's probably meant to be a collection of stuff that's useful for the folks she sees, most of whom I'm guessing aren't especially versed in psychoanalytic theory, etc. Still, I think my T is smart in important ways, but not especially intellectual. But I just don't want to have that suspicion confirmed, even slightly, you know?

Guess I'm in therapy cause I'm still an a _ _. Argh!