WFS -- I thought we were friends for really real and then you had to go and say you don't think chocolate ice cream is ice cream?

Chocolate all the way. Only chocolate and nothing else. Okay, brownie batter maybe but that's it.

In other news, as it's been a while since Blondie and I had a spat, I thought I might as well start one up. Last night then went something like this --

Me: I have no idea what you think or feel.

Blondie: You absolutely know what I think or feel. You know what my personality is like.

Me: What do you really think or feel in session with me? I don't sense any complexity of emotion from you.

Blondie: That makes me sound empty.

Me: Okay, what are you feeling right now?

Blondie: I am feeling misunderstood, discounted and categorized.

Me: Okay, now we're talking.

Things went on in this vein for a while and then I asked her how long she'd been in therapy? She asked if I was asking because I thought she still needed therapy? I dodged that question and then she dodged mine and said she couldn't remember (which is odd given that she's in her mid-40s and she was in therapy in her 30s). So, I asked if it was 1, 2 or 3 years or something? And, she said more than that. I was like "Ohhh......".

We ended around there. I could sense she was pissed as heck and possibly hurt as I left. And, I later felt like I really am sometimes a royal jerk to her. Oh well.