It’s Paula’s way or it’s no way, and I’ve had it with her shit. I haven’t gotten any texts from her since I tried to explain that it wasn’t that we didn’t want to see her, but that two weeks was simply too long given our situation. She just doesn’t get how bored she would be when I was on nights. That’s okay, though. I don’t need people like her in my life. Selfish or not, I don’t expect my friends to be geniuses. After all, I’m no genius myself. But dealing with those rocking the retard zone really does get old after a while. I think I deserve better than that in life. I wouldn’t befriend Paula if I were meeting her today because I no longer have such low standards for myself as I did 30 years ago. These days I expect a little more than someone who only thinks of themselves, and that just can’t catch on to the simplest of things, and that takes everything the wrong way.
Filled out a survey on the counselor I saw in April, and also the intake paperwork for the shrink I’m to see next month. All the while I was trying not to get pissed off at the stupidity of it all. The counselor I can understand to help deal with the PTSD and all that, but this shrink is nothing but a waste of time and money. I KNOW what caused the anxiety. I TOLD them what caused the anxiety. Now if we could just keep my thyroid numbers where they’re supposed to be – or close enough – then there shouldn’t be any more problems.
So how did Simone get to be so well-behaved? She's not meowing up a storm and she's only underfoot a little bit tonight. She was having fun trying to "catch" droplets of water dripping down the shower door from the outside. The grass I grew her is really cool, but she doesn’t seem overly excited about it.
I gotta start mapping out my story plots some more in preparation for
July’s Camp NaNoWriMo. I want to do a trio of short stories.
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