Rocky said that if you just sat and wrote then your true feelings would come out eventually. it might be hard at first but it will. i never actually did the writing thing, granted, i never did anything he told me to do. i don't know why. i just didn't see what was wrong with me but he obviously found something.
At one of our sessions i made the mistake of telling him i was afraid of spiders. biiiiig mistake. the next time i came in there was a fricken tarantula in one of those little glass cage things sitting on his desk. he took it out and let it crawl on the desk, he told me to pick it up and I'm pretty sure i peed my pants right then. thing is, i hate spiders, i really really REALLY don't like them. I'm not sure why but they just get to me. i mean what the hell crawls around and eats guts with 8 legs and 8 eyes??? just not natural.
but anyways, he hooked me up to this machine one time and did a whole ton of tests. he poked my fingers with this thing that supposedly told you what was wrong with me. you know what came out? a whole crap ton of nothing. yeah, it said there was depression and lack of calcium, but there was so many other things. my color was off (wtf?! i know right?) i guess it was yellow when it was supposed to be green or blue or something. i didn't know people had colors inside them. and i had a fricken parasite. gross!
so as I'm sitting here in our ugly green chair, looking over our spacious property of grass and tree(s) i haven't discovered my true feelings at all other than that i really don't like spiders. maybe theres a hidden message? "fear things you don't trust" something like that. cuz i don't trust spiders at all. just having 8 of something, anything, is sketchy to me.
Thanks Rocky. for accomplishing nothing.
oh well. shift happens (ha, what a pun. i saw that on a shirt, it had a keyboard and everything). but here's a song i just thought about this morning. i have no idea why. but enjoy!
