I want you to know that becoming a counselor who can responsibly respond to the hurting human soul in front of her means a lot to me.
It means I study and take school seriously.
It means I plan for a plethora of possibilities.
And it means never-do-i-ever have the luxury of under-thinking ANYthing right now . I have to know HOW I feel and think about EVERYTHING, and why. Why? Because I need to know my prejudices and limitations before I face them in the counseling room.
I mean, it’s not like I’m a novice to this analyzing-things-to-death practice.
Half the time, I’m tempted to write a thesis on everything from peep-toe booties to the social implications of children playing a game called “big booty.” So, I’m thinky.
But this, pplfriends, is a whole.notha.level.
Also, I semi-constantly perform unauthorized public social experiements. It’s getting worse. I may have to start giving out waivers. I may also have to a)send the public libraries of Texas multitudinous thank-you notes, b)remain silent for most social outings just to my brain doesn’t have to filter the onslaught of thoughts, c)sign up for online dating and d)stop making eye contact for a while so that I can work out how to meet/interact with people without “cannonballing” them. (the mix of c&d strikes me as particularly funny)
In other news, it rained today. (hallelujah)