I keep dreaming of sudoku, and I’m relieved. Given the events of the week, my dreams could be a lot worse. So, I play the number game before bed until my eyes are fried, which doesn’t take that long as I forget to blink. But that’s not the point of this blog. In fact, I’m not sure that this blog has a point except to process the week.
Lets start off with the least worrisome… I listened to the guy’s (as in guy of previous blogs) podcast where he and his friend discuss what happened. You know that gut wrenching anxiety you feel when you watch Meet the Parents? Yeah, it was worse than that. Physical pains in my stomach. And it wasn’t as though he was saying anything negative or untrue. But fuck me! I knew it was about me, and best friend was laughing the whole time we were listening. So really, she did it to torture me. I appreciate that about her. It’s why we’re friends after all this time. The worst part is he is even more of a person now that I’ve heard his side of the story. Isn’t the whole point of meeting people online is the anonymity?!?! Maybe I was wrong. Anyhow… Now, for reals, I hope this is behind us, and she never brings up guy again.
There was a super awkward intern meeting at my internship on Tuesday. I’ll let you in on an industry secret… counselors/therapists are FUCKING AWKWARD! Seriously, you’d think a group of people who make people their business would be at least slightly above the awkward line. Nope. Granted, we talked our shit out to some degree, but holy crap for a while there, it was as though I were watching Meet the Parents. (I probably should stop picking on that movie.) Then today, my supervisor wanted to talk about it one on one to get my reaction, which surprisingly wasn’t that awkward. Maybe it’s just compared to Tuesday that our meeting today wasn’t awkward. Oooh it’s the chicken or the egg bullshit question… And mind fuck is over.
Monday… I don’t know what to say about it. I was doing crafts as peoples’ lives were forever changed. Lives ended and I was playing with glitter glue. In the aftermath, there’s confusion. What could possibly be the statement behind blowing up the marathon? Did those responsible think it would be fun to pretend to be Batman villains and make chaos for the sake of chaos? It makes no fucking sense! Then as a counselor/therapist, I wonder what the backlash will be against those who have mental health diagnoses, because lets be fucking honest… Who the hell in their right mind would hate fun runners so much as to try and blow them up? (Too soon to be so crass?)
And that’s my week in review. I don’t really want to go to class tomorrow. If I weren’t going to Japan next month, this would have been the quarter I completed my internship. Instead, I’m tacking on ten more weeks. But hey, I’m safe and so are my loved ones. I have it better than a lot of people.