me vs. therapy

Satan blinks.

Raise arms in victory, Satan feigns disinterest.

Therapist opens door, walks in, sits down.

Says; ‘good to see you smiling.’

‘i just won a game. i like winning.’

‘words with friends?’

‘no. who-will-blink-first with satan.’

‘ah, yes. that’s nice. so, how was your weekend? i remember that you were going to have a visitor.’

‘yeah, an old friend from michigan came out.’

‘lesbian?’

‘yes.’

‘former fling?’

‘no.’

‘i’d snort that you’re lying but you don’t have your lying expression on so i believe you.’

‘not all lesbian friends are ex’s.’

‘yes they are.’

‘and i don’t have a lying expression.’

‘yes you do.’

Scowl. Say; ‘we had a great time. it felt really good to have someone out here that knows my history because they were a part of it, not just because i’ve told them about it.’

‘it’s a comforting feeling, having those you are close to experience your new surroundings.’

‘yeah. it makes me feel fuzzy.’

‘feeling fuzzy is nice. what else is going on, because you have your something-else-is-going-on expression on.’

‘do you work for the CIA?’

‘no.’

‘good, because you shouldn’t. nothing else is going on.’

‘you’re seeing the girl who wasn’t ready to date again aren’t you?’

‘no.’

‘angela?’

Look over at Satan. Satan stares.

Stare back.

Satan stares.

Stare back.

Satan stares.

Stare back.

Satan blinks.

Raise hands in victory, whoop audibly.

Satan raises middle finger, sneers.

Smile.

Look back at therapist, say; ‘ok, yeah but only sort of.’

‘sort of as in when she wants to hang out?’

‘kind of.’

‘kind of sounds a lot like sort of.’

‘maybe.’

‘maybe what? are you getting your needs met?’

‘well, i get to do what i want…’

‘so you continue to go to work, jog after work, cook dinner, play video games then watch either a netflix movie or a netflix tv show, shower, surf the web and go to bed?’

‘it sounds so trivial when you put it like that.’

‘doesn’t it? maybe you should volunteer.’

‘maybe you should paddle your own canoe.’

‘does canoe have any innuendo tied to it?’

‘no.’

Therapist writes in notebook.

Say; ‘what are you writing?’

‘client reaches milestone.’

‘i don’t get it.’

‘it’s ok. since it’s my notebook, you don’t need to.’

‘i’m happy with where i’m at. it just took a little discomfort to realize it.’

‘meaning, at first you were irritated by the prospect of having to wait for yet another immature woman while they flailed about trying to figure out their process. but, upon further reflection realized that this is one of the first individuals that has shown any real introspective qualities and has a fairly reasonable sense of self-awareness. therefore, instead of not getting what you want initially and slashing and burning yet another person out of your life, you decided to set aside your childish and selfish ways and give this one respect and some time to see if it actually pans out because you feel that she actually has potential with you and isn’t just giving you some lame run around in an attempt to let you down easy?’

‘can you say that again...or like…write it down?’

Therapist blinks.