Therapy

So Tuesday was my first appointment with the shrink. I, of course, arrived roughly 12 hours early and camped out in the parking lot until the doors opened for my appointment.

Do you think the therapists notice stuff like that? The entire time I sat in my car, I was just imagining the psychologist staring out her window, taking notes.

Ironically I had practically no anxiety in anticipation of this appointment. Instead, I was really looking forward to it. It turns out that I totally love talking about myself. Maybe that narcisstic personility disorder guess could be accurate?…

It’s totally embarrassing, but one of my favorite things in the world is filling out questionnaires. My theory is that it’s like taking a test but since it’s about you, you are guaranteed to know all the answers!

I’m pathetic. I know.

Back to the therapy session…overall it was pretty boring and pretty much the same thing as last time: complain a out how horrible my childhood was (kidding, mom!) and tell her repeatedly how totally awesome I am (not kidding).

I’m starting to think that maybe mentioning the blog 25 times might have been overkill.

But at least I didn’t drop the url to her.

Yet.

Song title: Therapy by T-Pain