posted 2005/08/25 at 23:09
I had my first one-on-one counseling session in nearly a year today, and it went well. I think after my whole "I don't know how to have fun" trip a month or so ago, I started to do a good job of pin-pointing exactly where some of my deeper issues are coming from, and with my counselor I'm hoping I can start doing things to work on those issues. That, and starting my teaching career here has really given me a bit of a lift; I'm taking well to it, and I feel like I'm on the right track with things.
One of the things I discussed with my counselor is how I do have that annoying tendency to come on here and just go all super-depressive with every little thing that goes on in my life. After some talking about it, I realized that I don't seem to have that limit that most of you must have on people you know talking about what's depressing them. I always want to hear about that, at least from my friends and people I know. (Show me some pseudo-emo kid's LiveJournal and I'll retch, but I never tire of hearing bad news from my friends.) I guess it's because whenever something goes wrong for one of my friends -- no matter how small or trivial -- I always want to do everything I can to help him/her. I like being of use; helping others gives me the validation I can't give myself that easily.
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