me vs. therapy

‘why are you smiling like that?’

‘like what?’

‘i don’t know…kind of like how i’ve seen you smile when you talk about all-you-can-eat buffets’.

‘i have a girlfriend.’

‘ah. what else happened in your dream?’

‘it wasn’t a dream. i mean, it isn...

‘i’ve just stopped caring.’

‘no you haven’t.’

‘yes, i really have. you know when it’s in the middle of winter and you’re in the shower and you’re looking at your hairy beasty legs, then over at your razor, then back down at your hairy beasty legs and you think to yourself, gosh i should really shave these bitches even though it will take about six ...

'how have you been?'

'alright. i’m slowly realizing that happiness lies in a positive outlook and in kindness and gratitude. i’m trying to cultivate those.'

'that’s a step in the right direction.'

'thanks. i’m also trying to find the joy in little things.'

'finding joy in moments is a cornerstone of happiness.'

 ...

‘it’s a funny story, you’ll like it.’

‘i don’t know, angela. the funny stories you think i'll like have a way of not being funny and not what i like.'

‘just sit there and get paid. so i was sitting on my veranda last night and…’

‘your fire escape?’

‘same difference, quit interrupting...

‘what’s with this whole glum thing you have going on?’

‘what?’

‘you’re sitting there with this long face, looking terribly defeated. and you’re all slumped back in the chair. it looks like your dog died.’

‘i don’t have a dog.’

‘yes, i know this. why are you a bump on a log?’