I haven't decided how I feel about my new psychologist. She's quite a mousy, gentle lady - sometimes she looks at me deeply with her dark blue eyes like I'm supposed to give her answers to questions no one has even asked yet. And other times, like when I sobbingly told her about the John saga and how I think I might end up alone, she shook her head in quiet disbelief as if watching her favourite television character struggle on a midday soap. But then, I think behind her semi-starched appearance she'd be the kind of person I could be friends with. Although, I suppose a psychologist hopes to establish a 'friend' relationship with all clients. Perhaps inside her mind, this mild, soft spoken creature is cursing people and their problems. I bet she was rethinking the appropriateness of the framed wedding photos in her office that day...
Oh, I am painting an ambiguous picture aren't I? She's perfectly fine. I think it's just me. I don't know what I expect to achieve out of starting this over again, but it is nice to have someone to talk to.
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