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In keeping with my usual theme of what a complete dork I am, here's another shameful secret:
I've told my therapist all kinds of stuff out of my past. Y'know stuff that's embarrassing or secretive. But I never mention the
really embarrassing stuff 'cause it's in the here and now and directly related to therapy:
Do you know how long it takes me to get dressed on the day that I have therapy? Frikkin' forever. I always want to look great. It's probably my best-dressed work day of the week. I'm not even attracted to my therapist, but I want him to think I look good. I've bought new clothes and worn them for the first time to THERAPY. And only secondly did I wear them to go out over the weekend! Is that pathetic or what? What the heck is
wrong with me?! I guess maybe I think if I look good it'll make up for the rest of the freak factor when I go in there and ramble on about a lot of abstract weird crap for an hour.
I hope I'm alone in my total dorkiness here. Okay I'm lying. But I probably am on this one.
I am
such a dork. But today I looked good.
Pitiful.
Sid
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Sidony-- oh my God-- Sidony. Hahahaha, not only do I do the
exact same thing, but I was going to post the
exact same topic, only I was trying to get up the nerve to admit to you guys that I do this.
I am a clothes-***** as it is. (money-spending and clothes/accesory-buying is a huge impulse control problem for me). I mean, if I was about to jump off a bridge, my pocketbook and bag would probably still be coordinated. Listen to what I did last Friday: I carefully picked out my outfit for work since I knew I had T afterwords. Fridays are casual at my job, so I wore jeans with this red and black, flowery, kinda 1960s style shirt that I love. Well, halfway through the day, I decide this isn't good enough for therapy, so
I go to the store during my lunch hour to buy a new shirt. Absolutely pathetic.
Also, I have this thing where I decide that no matter how much I'm falling apart on the inside, I can make up for it by at least appearing halfway decent on the outside. Of course this isn't true because I still feel like crap, but at least I look put together.
Oh yeah! And to make matters even more pathetic, T-day is the only day that I bring all of my makeup with me so I can touch it up in the car beforehand.
Um, what am I going to wear on Friday?