MY THERAPIST LIKES what I’ve written, except for the parts where I complain about my therapist. I honestly didn’t think she would be reading this. I thought this was supposed to be therapeutic, not something that was going to be examined by anyone. Though, in retrospect, maybe I shouldn’t have put it up on the Web.
I’ll try not to reference my therapist any more. I’ll try to be serious about the entire process.
Having said that, why shouldn’t I be allowed to talk about my therapist, especially if it helps me through my issues? Let’s see what she says about that.
I live in Canada, in a medium-sized city called Kitchener. Or Kitchener-Waterloo, if you put the two cities in the same name. They’re very close together. They call it the Tri-city if you include Cambridge to the south. Pretty confusing, eh? Wikipedia tells me Cambridge was formed in 1973 by the amalgamation of three smaller towns named Galt, Preston, Hespeler, the settlement of Blair, and a small portion of surrounding townships. So, three cities. And a bunch of small towns and villages. All of it sits somewhere between Toronto and Detroit, if that helps any. I’m sure people who can look at a map can find out where I’m talking about. It’s not pertinent to the story.
I’m not really writing a story. Just talking about things that are happening in my life right now, and what I’m going through.
Some of you in the comments appear to think this is a story. Some of you think it’s a bad story. Welcome to my life.
Let’s set the scene. I’m sitting in a Williams Coffee Pub, in north Waterloo. I took the bus up here and went to the mall for something to do. There’s an art supply store there, or there was. It’s gone now. In its place is an engraving shop that also sells knick-knacks. I don’t need anything engraved. Like, ever. So now I’m grabbing a sandwich and a coffee at this restaurant. My sandwich of choice is a BLT. This one comes with cheese and avocado. Maybe they call it a CLABT or something. Not very catchy.
The events that necessitated this blog happened just two weeks ago. I was doing a job for my buddy, Vijay, who owns a private investigation firm. As I said, I do a little work for him, when he needs the help. I’m technically an employee of said firm (with the option of being partner, if I want real work, according to Vijay), and as an employee, I’m covered under their health plan. That’s why I’m here today, writing this blog instead of doing anything else. The firm’s health plan covers the therapy sessions, and I have to complete them and have the shrink sign off if I want them to pay for it.
So, that’s why I’m seeing a therapist. Well, that’s how I’m seeing a therapist, and why I’m writing a blog. As to why I’m seeing a therapist, well …