Stuck on Stupid

Still, I'm enamored and fascinated by In Treatment.

"Miss X, why can't you post something else going on."

"We miss your humor and you insight."

Oh, how I wish I could kiddies. Had you forgotten?

I said yesterday that I go with my flow.

Yeah, you'll appreciate what I'm doing for you. No need for **side eye**

I want to explore my fascination with a fictitious story that delves into psychotherapy.

Partly due to my abrupt exit in the same discipline.

It's fiction. It's a show. These characters are not real.

So, why can't I stop thinking about it?

Maybe, I haven't completely washed my hands of psychoanalysis...

OR

It's anticipation of "what's next"...

Through sheer observation, the shows' underlining themes were shame and boundaries.

So, the idea popped into my head.

Why are folks sooo afraid of being analyzed?

I remember my hesitation the first time I went to a session.

I was like, what the hell am I suppose to do.

Talk.

Simple enough.

I haven't stopped since then.

After two years on the couch, I would have to say it's up there with the most beneficial things of my life.

I like to think I have an open mind, and I'm willing to try anything once, except for crack cocaine.

I'm just saying.

Could being understood, be that bad?