Therapeutic
Nov. 13th, 2002 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grinninfooleYesterday evening was interesting. As has been my custom for the past seven months, I went to a therapy group to become more mindful of how I relate to other people. It meets every Tuesday from 7:45 to 9:15. I haven't posted much about it here, but it has been quite helpful, I think, helping me connect with Millari and with my Dad.
Anyway, I stopped in at the Subway on King St. to grab a bite before session yesterday, and as I was paying the cashier Taxman walked up to me and said hello. I was quite surprised, but it turned out OK. He wasn't angry at all, and we chatted for a few mintues before he took off. I personally wasn't going to walk away until he did, and if that meant being late to group, so be it. As it happened, we didn't have a lot to discuss. (Mostly he told me how his musical endeavors were going. I must say, I admire his ability to consistently put so much time and energy into his creativity.) I guess, really, we used to be friends, but now we aren't. I believe that we could become friends again if we worked at it, but I don't know if we're going to put in the effort. I mean, I told him to call me whenever he wanted, but really, why couldn't I have gotten his number and called him, or looked him up in the book? I did, at least, thank him for calling about the Camper show over the summer, and I assured him (truthfully) that I had bagged out because of mono.
Anyway, I went to therapy and slid in the door just in time. I started off the session by telling them about this encounter I had just had moments before. Because some of the others didn't know the story, I wound up running quickly over the whole story of my relationship to Taxman and Millari, including the offer to go to the Camper show in July. Folks were politely interested, but didn't have a lot of feedback until I got to that bit, when suddenly interest perked up. Two of the others were really taken aback that I would be willing even to consider going to a show in New York with Millari, Taxman and his new SO. I was frankly baffled by the vehemence of their reaction. One person told me it was inappropriate for Taxman to propose the outing, and inappropriate for me to accept. I'm still not sure just what, in their eyes, I was supposed to do.
Anyway, I stopped in at the Subway on King St. to grab a bite before session yesterday, and as I was paying the cashier Taxman walked up to me and said hello. I was quite surprised, but it turned out OK. He wasn't angry at all, and we chatted for a few mintues before he took off. I personally wasn't going to walk away until he did, and if that meant being late to group, so be it. As it happened, we didn't have a lot to discuss. (Mostly he told me how his musical endeavors were going. I must say, I admire his ability to consistently put so much time and energy into his creativity.) I guess, really, we used to be friends, but now we aren't. I believe that we could become friends again if we worked at it, but I don't know if we're going to put in the effort. I mean, I told him to call me whenever he wanted, but really, why couldn't I have gotten his number and called him, or looked him up in the book? I did, at least, thank him for calling about the Camper show over the summer, and I assured him (truthfully) that I had bagged out because of mono.
Anyway, I went to therapy and slid in the door just in time. I started off the session by telling them about this encounter I had just had moments before. Because some of the others didn't know the story, I wound up running quickly over the whole story of my relationship to Taxman and Millari, including the offer to go to the Camper show in July. Folks were politely interested, but didn't have a lot of feedback until I got to that bit, when suddenly interest perked up. Two of the others were really taken aback that I would be willing even to consider going to a show in New York with Millari, Taxman and his new SO. I was frankly baffled by the vehemence of their reaction. One person told me it was inappropriate for Taxman to propose the outing, and inappropriate for me to accept. I'm still not sure just what, in their eyes, I was supposed to do.
