me vs. therapy

‘she kept looking past me, to something behind me when i would answer her questions.’

‘how’d did that make you feel?’

‘it made me feel like she didn’t give a shit what i was saying.’

‘was there anything behind you?’

‘yeah, there was an unattractive guy with a mass of curly red hair wearing a green t-shirt that said “irish i was drunk&#...

‘what’s your problem?’

‘i’m glum.’

‘why are you glum?’

‘i just had a breakup.’

‘i didn’t know you were in a relationship.’

‘i wasn’t. well, i was, but not. i don’t understand it really.’

‘neither do i. you either were or you weren’t.’

‘well, i don’t think that makes you a cretin necessarily. maybe just unaware.’

i feel like an asshole when someone looks at me with a frown because i don't know something.'

‘how you feel about something is how you feel about it. you have to ask yourself why would you feel like an asshole for not knowing who angela davis is.’

‘because after i looked into who she is i figured, as a woma...

'what's with the lip ring?'

'i put it back in.'

'yes, i see that. why?'

'you don't like it?'

'not really.'

'well, who cares what you think?'

'a few crazy people. but other than that, no one. what's new?'

'i'm starting to realize something.'

'being a cubs fan is always going to prove disappointing?'

'no.'

'how was your zombie run whatever this weekend?'

'muddy. there was mud everywhere.'

'everywhere?'

'yes. in my bra, my ears, my butt crack, my nose, my vagina, my....'

'angela.'

'what?'

'i get that there was mud everywhere.'

'so much mud that it sucked your shoes off.'

'that doesn't sound like fun to me.'

'it wasn't really...