Things I see on public transportation...

Yesterday, as I was losing balance due to the driver gunning it, a fabulous, overweight gay man in big Gucci sunglasses (it was raining outside), rings and beautiful manicured nails, says to me "Gurl! You just sit right here by me. We'll keep each other warm"

Smile number one.

Then, he says "I hope you don't mind Madonna, the music might seep out of the headphones"

"There's worse music that could be seeping out of them"

"Gurl-friend ain't that the truth, we are on public transportation"

Then he proceeds to listen to Madonna, offer me gum...

Smile number two...

...then shows me all this buttons he wears proudly on his bag such as "No More Bitchy Pills for you, Little Miss Crabby".

Smile number three.

We then talk about astrology and the weather, then he leaves. I hope he knows he brightened my day.

Today was a different story. I sat next to a very, very round man on the bench at the stop who was wiggling to his music he was listening to through his headphones that was attached to a boombox. I kid you not. Yup, he was wiggling. Yup, he was singing "Lets Get it On" and he was carrying a boombox. Then, there was a homeless man sharpening his knife on the sidewalk. THe noise was horrific, but who could say anything. He was sharpening a knife for gosh sakes.


Seeing a counselor is hard stuff. For some reason, I thought I was in the clear once I started seeing her. But after each session, I just want to go home, hide and eat ice cream. It makes sense now that I think about it though. We have wrench, unearth, discover, let out all the reasons I am there and the uncomfortable ways I can handle them.

My homework: cleaning a room that I have been meaning to clean for four months. But due to former roomies' stuff and cat piss everywhere, I have been just too pissed off to clean it. So, the situation became a bigger deal than it should be and now everytime I go in there, I just think "I can't do this!" And run away.
So Friday, I am cleaning it. She told me to. And I have to report to her Friday night.

Argh.

We shall see.