knock knock...
I have a tremendous opportunity knocking at my door.
Almost too good to be true.
In fact, so good, that I almost shit myself.
Why do I clam up when things that should be happening to me, happen?
Is it because I feel as if I don't deserve them? Because I feel like I have no clue how to handle them?
I guess you can't help me with that. I guess that is what my therapist is probably for.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen her in like two months. Healthy, good times, huh?
I can't afford to. I want to, but can't afford to. And my shitty insurance only covers so much.
Last time I saw her, I gave her my blog site address. She is probably analyzing my thoughts from her computer desk. Is that why she hasn't called me? Because I scare her? LMFAO!
Lord, I need so much therapy, it's sad.
Which leads me to a thought of peer pressure from the other night, when I sat drunken with "The Lady Upstairs".
The lady upstairs: wanna smoke a bowl?
Me: uh, no thanks.
The lady upstairs: come on! You need to relax a little. You take care of kids all day. I see how much of yourself you sacrifice. I feel bad sometimes because you need to get out and relax.
Me: uh, no thanks.
The lady upstairs: come on! Get a buzz!
Me: I do have a buzz. That's what antidepressants and beer are for.
The lady upstairs: oh.
Almost too good to be true.
In fact, so good, that I almost shit myself.
Why do I clam up when things that should be happening to me, happen?
Is it because I feel as if I don't deserve them? Because I feel like I have no clue how to handle them?
I guess you can't help me with that. I guess that is what my therapist is probably for.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen her in like two months. Healthy, good times, huh?
I can't afford to. I want to, but can't afford to. And my shitty insurance only covers so much.
Last time I saw her, I gave her my blog site address. She is probably analyzing my thoughts from her computer desk. Is that why she hasn't called me? Because I scare her? LMFAO!
Lord, I need so much therapy, it's sad.
Which leads me to a thought of peer pressure from the other night, when I sat drunken with "The Lady Upstairs".
The lady upstairs: wanna smoke a bowl?
Me: uh, no thanks.
The lady upstairs: come on! You need to relax a little. You take care of kids all day. I see how much of yourself you sacrifice. I feel bad sometimes because you need to get out and relax.
Me: uh, no thanks.
The lady upstairs: come on! Get a buzz!
Me: I do have a buzz. That's what antidepressants and beer are for.
The lady upstairs: oh.
posted by Mari at
12:10 AM
4 Comments:
Girl we are so much a like. I do the same thing as you do.
when something good happens to me i always clam up or i think nah they must have gotten the wrong person. I don't know why it is so hard for me to accept the fact that i deserve good things as well.
yeah...i hear that....
hahaha, people make me laugh.....they're all part of the "establishment"...smoke the bowl!!!!
sorry.....we're studying the 60's in AP US...lol
So, so, what's the opportunity? Did you get sidetracked? Did you smoke the bowl, after all?
Take that opportunity girl! I mean what is the absolute WORST that could come of it? You learn a little more for the next opportunity that comes by. It's a win-win situation.
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