So just got to therapy, and because the radio wasnt on today in the waiting room, I could hear into the room. Not to mention my ultra-curiousity. Turns out, the guy right before me was just going on and on and on about this girl who has suddenly got to fat for him. "While I started going to the gym more, she went to happy hour!" "She gained so much weight her fucking ass is falling out of her short shorts".. .etc etc just going on and on about her weight, her jiggles, her back fat, lack of attraction now, w/e. just a super rude jerkface.
Sort of an interesting back to back patients. Him with all his fat hating problems and blaming his women for it. and me for all my fat hating problems, and blaming myself for it.
I like my position.
He walked out, and I was sitting on the couch, empty stomach, ice cold hands, books filled with thoughts, and food lists, and hours spent on scales, and the blurry lightheaded moments of floating through days... what people like him create through their ignorance and aesthetic of beauty. Me, Glaring back at him. hmm
It was nice. :p
oh wow, thats intense, i can usually hear through the walls at my therapists waiting room but i've never heard something so extreme like this.
ReplyDeleteit must've been hard to look at him coming out with his smuggnes.
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:)