a few days ago

this week, my therapist told me im curious and observant. tell me something i dont know.

instead of sitting in a chair, i laid/layed/lied(? who cares?) down on the high school nurse’s office bed/couch thingy facing opposite of her they way they do on dr katz and all other representation of someone getting therapy. como esto…

so i spent about 15 minutes staring at this random monet print hanging on the wall and the moulding in corner of the room. it looks like there’s an optical illusion where the corner walls bend, except the corner wall is actually bending and its not an optical illusion. and i wondered what the room on the other side of that wall looked like.

to make conversation- to keep talking, which is apparently what psychotherapy is all about, i asked my therapist what she did last weekend. (which i guess is a really weird thing to ask your therapist?? i dont know anything about acceptable behavior anymore.) that led to us having a whole conversation about my asking her what she did that weekend instead of her answering my question. and what i learned about myself is that im curious, but not that interested.