ANALYZE THIS: I have graduated from therapy. Yup! I DID it! I mean, in no way do I think I'm cured (I feel your skepticism, gentle reader), but I did get my uber-cool therapist to concede that there is just some sh*t that will always get you down, piss you off, and stir up your personal crazy-no matter how much you talk about it or gnash your teeth. And you know what? I can live with that. Comfortably. Sh*t happens. And that's the truth. So when I told Mr B that I probably wouldn't be going back, I could tell he was a little concerned (the bugged out eyes gave it away). So I spent a minute analyzing that. And I guess he's a little worried that now he's gonna have to be my 24 hr on call therapist for THE.REST.OF.HIS/MY.LIFE. Now how cool is that?!? Lucky guy...
Anyhoo... Since sitting in the therapy hot-seat, I have totally neglected one of my fav TV series, In Treatment (HBO) about the uber cool psychiatrist Dr Paul. So I spent spring break catching up on Gabriel Byrnes (the beautifully tortured Irish actor extraordinaire), aka Dr Paul. And oh, God! I totally have a therapy crush on him-the lilting Irish brogue, the deeply intense stare, the cool analysis... pretty HOT, huh??? This show totally gets on Mr B's last nerve, and he refuses to watch it in spite of my waxing poetic about its fascinating intricacies and complexities of psychoanalysis. He just thinks it stirs up my personal crazy and makes me wanna drag out all my issues to play with, kinda like a crazy show & tell of sorts. Mr B is just not into that kinda whackadoodle business. But whatev... I am totally digging playing arm chair therapist with these TV characters. You know, since I have graduated, an' all...
Congratulations on graduating :)
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