So, remember this? Well, I actually went through with it! I know, what a surprise. I’ve been seeing one since January and Thursday, while at lunch with my cousin, we talked about it. She’s a big supporter of therapy, meditation, yoga, etc. I told her I was bored with it and she said that saying that I was “bored with therapy” was basically saying that I was “bored with myself.” I realized then that I am kind of bored with myself, or at least my life. I’m not unhappy, but there’s just nothing super exciting going on right now. I’m not exactly sure how I can change this. I think I still have issues but they’re ones that I don’t really want to talk about right now. They’re not extremely problematic so I’m okay with just letting them sit and steep, so-to-speak. Initially I wanted to talk to someone who was objective (my friends, how I love them, they are not objective) and I got that. Now I don’t know what I want.
Since I’ve stopped dating, there’s been no drama, making me a lot more mentally balanced and not as insane (another huge surprise!). Maybe I need to date again so that I can find my inner-crazy [again] and deal with issues that arise when I’m dating. Though with the last boy (the only boy this year) that I went on a few dates with those same issues didn’t arise… so maybe I’m cured? Probably not.
I’m digressing and rambling now. All I know is that I don’t want to keep spending money on therapy if it’s not having any affect.
(For those of you who are confused by the above picture: It’s a picture of Mary Faber. Her character in American Idiot sings the line printed on the photo during Jesus of Suburbia. I thought it was appropriate. Photo credit due to FYAI.)