I’m checking on our mental health co-pays… and defense attorneys
Ava and I are nuts, but in a self-deprecating, silly sort of way that doesn’t usually cause harm. Our families know it. Our friends know it. We suspect you, dear reader, have a pretty good idea.
We embrace it. We recognize when one of us is heading right into a cuckoo spiral, but we can rarely do anything about it. Usually this manifests itself in our work environment – either working our day jobs doing mortgages or in our writing careers.
Perhaps work is the problem? We’ll have to contemplate this.
Until then, we have to go to work where people are mean and even crazier than us. Seriously.
Ava was ranting today about some stupid thing while we were driving to lunch. “Wait until I tell you what this crazy person did.”
As par for the course, she was thinking that somehow this person’s inability to recognize reality was somehow her fault. We both do this. It’s ridiculous. It’s stupid. And its own brand of crazy.
“Oh my god,” I said. “Do you think we need therapy?”
“We don’t need a therapist to tell us we’re nuts.”
“No, actually, I just want a therapist to say it’s ok to stab people.”
So that was Wednesday.
LOL I think we all just need a therapist to listen to our craziness, for free of course.
They could consider it entertainment!
We are all freaks
That is so sadly true.
Dont see it as sad. See it as fearfully and wonderfully made which makes for much interest.