Or not.
Warning! Mini-rant to follow!
At what point did the "this house only has candy if the outside light is on" rule go out of style for trick-or-treaters? We got through about half of our session last night with our grief counselor, when trick-or-treaters started ringing her doorbell. Now, I understand there's no way they could have known that we were inside talking about our issues, but the outside light was legitimately off. I was always told as a kid that you only knocked on doors or rang the doorbells of homes with an outside light on while trick-or-treating. Oy.
Okay. Back to the business at hand: our grief counselor thinks I might be a *tad* depressed. I can't imagine why that might be. Honestly though...I don't know if I am or not. I don't think I'm moping around...this crap that keeps happening is definitely starting to wear me thin, but I'm not feeling despondent or anything. I don't know - it probably wouldn't hurt to talk to a doctor, and get a professional medical opinion. I just don't want to get started on meds that I don't really need to be taking.
On a side note, DrummerWife and I met an old friend of mine from high school and her fiance for dinner last night, and it was really a very nice time. Even though we both felt like we spent the entire time monopolizing the conversation and talking about ourselves and all of our crap. Sometimes though, when you spend all day in social situations where it just isn't appropriate to talk about how it sometimes feels like your life is slowly draining down the toilet, it all comes out in a torrent when you're around people who might actually appreciate hearing about it. So...in short...thanks for listening. Next time, we'll let you get a word in edge-wise, I swear. :)
Warning! Mini-rant to follow!
At what point did the "this house only has candy if the outside light is on" rule go out of style for trick-or-treaters? We got through about half of our session last night with our grief counselor, when trick-or-treaters started ringing her doorbell. Now, I understand there's no way they could have known that we were inside talking about our issues, but the outside light was legitimately off. I was always told as a kid that you only knocked on doors or rang the doorbells of homes with an outside light on while trick-or-treating. Oy.
Okay. Back to the business at hand: our grief counselor thinks I might be a *tad* depressed. I can't imagine why that might be. Honestly though...I don't know if I am or not. I don't think I'm moping around...this crap that keeps happening is definitely starting to wear me thin, but I'm not feeling despondent or anything. I don't know - it probably wouldn't hurt to talk to a doctor, and get a professional medical opinion. I just don't want to get started on meds that I don't really need to be taking.
On a side note, DrummerWife and I met an old friend of mine from high school and her fiance for dinner last night, and it was really a very nice time. Even though we both felt like we spent the entire time monopolizing the conversation and talking about ourselves and all of our crap. Sometimes though, when you spend all day in social situations where it just isn't appropriate to talk about how it sometimes feels like your life is slowly draining down the toilet, it all comes out in a torrent when you're around people who might actually appreciate hearing about it. So...in short...thanks for listening. Next time, we'll let you get a word in edge-wise, I swear. :)
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Tracey
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