Posted 10/18/2016 9:08 PM (GMT 0)
Are you my long lost twin brother, bro? We could attend a joint counselling session and sit there in mutually awkward silence for 50 minutes. We could take turns to glower whenever the counsellor says in simpering tones, "so how did that make you feel?". And shrug whenever we are asked the dreaded "what are you thinking about right now?". Apparently I have a mind which miraculously empties itself of all thoughts and feelings the moment I step inside a professional's office.
It's not much better outside the office. My thoughts and feelings operate along the lines of, "I'm so tired", "ooh, a blade of grass, pretty", "my stomach hurts", "when can I go home?", "I need to pick my nose", "my head/teeth/hand/leg/feet ache", "I'm really tired", "OMG! The pound has fallen by another 0.01p! Society is in freefall, bye bye NHS, bye bye civilisation."
This may be why I don't keep a diary any more... And yeah, I have stuff I don't want to talk about, even to a diary.