Here's to my 150th post on this blog. *cheers*
I probably should import the myspace blog but I am lazy and I have not asked Maestro how he did it yet. It is probably easy to do but that makes it all the less important that I do it.
Did work today -- trying to get things squared away before the boss goes on vaca. He's gone for two weeks and when he returns, I am in Sweden. Nice timing, eh? Not planned but I'm not arguing either.
Glad to see that Jay and Jenny had a nice trip to Vegas and that Sharkboy missed them while they were gone. The Mean Girls take off for Vegas next week and I am certain that it will be more fun than should be allowed publicly. I would tell Vegas to lock up their liquor and bacon but that will be apparent soon enough. If you are visiting Vegas anytime during or after the Mean Girls trip plan on shortages of vodka, whiskey, rum and bacon. Don't say I didn't warn you.
A1 is back from her medical leave and looking/feeling good. Glad to have you back, friend.
I know this is silly, but I still wonder why that jackass' wife insists on staying with him after 2+ affairs. She must be criminally insane or have really low self-esteem. Get on some happy drugs, girlfriend. Life is better without cheating liars. Trust.
I encourage my readers to check out some fellow bloggers' blogs as listed on my blogroll. I must say I've developed a healthy addiction to the [Cherry] ride, as well as Drunken Chud on the Gancer's blogroll. Both make me laugh, for obviously different reasons. Chud's diatribe on crappy music chosen on jukeboxes made me howl. Go Chud. Continue your rein of terror via the jukebox. Gancer and [Cherry] can be found on 'I may be from Indiana, but I'm not an idiot'/Fitnessnerd's blogroll.
I'll be seeing Media for lunch tomorrow, for those wondering about him.
This weekend, in addition to my volunteering at 'Hops for Pops,' I'll also be finishing up the guestroom closet, doing some paperwork and in general getting myself ready for Sweden. July 11 is the day we leave and I have a boatload of crap to get done before then. *sigh*
I sit here on my bed, with a sleeping orange kitty by my side, thankful for this method of communicating known as 'blog.' Part therapy, part daily diary, part utter musings of an unwell mind, my blog is an open entre to my brain and how it works (or doesn't, as the case may be). Thanks for being around these last 149 posts. On to 151!
Showing posts with label Therapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Therapy. Show all posts
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Inner Feelings (i.e. why I am constantly joking)
Last night JD called me out on it. He said I use my sense of humor as a shield when I don't want to talk about a subject.
He is right.
It is easy to avoid talking about your feelings when you have a sense of humor. Specifically a sarcastic sense of humor, as is pretty prevalent in my family and friends. I know that money can't buy happiness but a good sarcastic comment can elicit a ton of laughs.
I can't help it. I am a laugh junkie. I love to laugh and make people laugh. And laughing and making people laugh prevents the 'serious' conversations that have to happen from time to time.
When I spent my year in therapy while I was with the Hex, my therapist told me that my sense of humor was probably the one thing that saved my sanity. She said even in my darkest moments in therapy I was often able to make a joke to lighten my own mood, let alone the session. She was right. While Superman might have a cape, I have my sense of humor as my shield.
I've used that shield pretty effectively to prevent people from getting too close.
When JD and I were on the phone last night, he asked me some pretty direct questions about me and how I felt. I, of course, used my standard avoidance tactic. We finished our conversation and hung up. Then he text'd me. Asking similar questions. I answer back that I'd rather talk about it on the phone. He said no, I generally answer the questions by text better (true, because it is too hard to make a joke via text). I reply back that of course I do, I have time to think and respond. So this goes on and on. I am fairly certain we text'd 30 times. All sorts of questions, all sorts of answers. The crux of it is: I like him. A Whole Lot. He likes me. A Whole Lot.
Whew. *That* was scary.
He is right.
It is easy to avoid talking about your feelings when you have a sense of humor. Specifically a sarcastic sense of humor, as is pretty prevalent in my family and friends. I know that money can't buy happiness but a good sarcastic comment can elicit a ton of laughs.
I can't help it. I am a laugh junkie. I love to laugh and make people laugh. And laughing and making people laugh prevents the 'serious' conversations that have to happen from time to time.
When I spent my year in therapy while I was with the Hex, my therapist told me that my sense of humor was probably the one thing that saved my sanity. She said even in my darkest moments in therapy I was often able to make a joke to lighten my own mood, let alone the session. She was right. While Superman might have a cape, I have my sense of humor as my shield.
I've used that shield pretty effectively to prevent people from getting too close.
When JD and I were on the phone last night, he asked me some pretty direct questions about me and how I felt. I, of course, used my standard avoidance tactic. We finished our conversation and hung up. Then he text'd me. Asking similar questions. I answer back that I'd rather talk about it on the phone. He said no, I generally answer the questions by text better (true, because it is too hard to make a joke via text). I reply back that of course I do, I have time to think and respond. So this goes on and on. I am fairly certain we text'd 30 times. All sorts of questions, all sorts of answers. The crux of it is: I like him. A Whole Lot. He likes me. A Whole Lot.
Whew. *That* was scary.
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