what i'm thinking

let me think about it.
no.
do you ever get that feeling that you actually don't want to talk about something? normally, if you feel upset, that old adage comes to mind: misery loves company. or, at least a shoulder to cry on. in this instance, you would seek someone out (poor schmuck) who is willing to listen to your pathetic, stupid, irrational problem and say "poor baby".
but then you get this rare instance. you don't want to talk about it. maybe you do want to bottle it up until it explodes. who gives a fuck? if someone wants to not talk about something, do you think you'll get them to talk by not understanding why they don't want to talk? who made you "dear abby"? did it ever occur to you that i might want to figure this out on my own? perhaps i realize that what i'm thinking is irrational, and that i need to figure it out before i say something i don't want to.
so that got me thinking: is that so weird?
are we a society of whiners and listeners? and more importantly, which one am i? whiner? i might tend to think that one, just b/c. but then again, i often get roped into listening to other ppl's problems. am i both? more broadly, aren't we all? but doesn't that suck for the rest of the world? no wonder there are so many psychiatrists and they're all so well paid.
guess what i'm probably going to be seeing for the rest of my life? yep. you got it. a shrink. do you want a cookie?

maybe i shouldn't write stuff while i'm so....grrrr. there isn't a word. the entry above pretty much explains it.

~q.e.