Real Life

Another distant friend is getting about to get a visit from yours truly,
and if it hadn't been for our old buddy, the web, I guess (or know)
that it would never have come about. What follows is the thrilling tale
of how I went about meeting people on the line. Murder, drugs, sex, loud
music and hamsters are all topics that will not be touched upon in my
story, so if you are looking for stories regarding those subjects, I
suggest you google them, or ask your local pharmacist/pop culture icon.
Now, with the legal mumbo jumbo out of the way, it's storytime.

You know how you have a weird way of going about things, when you're younger? Not necessarily naive, but just... innocent. It gets better with age, and while, most of the time, things do seem less black and white, as you gain perspective, even in the ripe old age of 19, you make funky blunders when it comes to judging situations. I was going through my grandfathers old hairdryers the other day, when I suddenly remembered this story. And today, my sweet sweet oh so sweet fans, I shall relay said story to you.

Once in a while you gotta just lay all the cards out on the table, and speak of those times that are not your proudest. I had one such episode today, while I was trying to follow the doctor's orders. No no, don't worry. It's nothing embarrasing that will leave you confounded and bewildered. No no. It's quite innocent in it's own right, but it did take up a huge chunk of my brain power. And cause me physical as well as mental troubles.

Sounds like I'm starring in my own psychological thriller. I'm not. Well.. not quite anyway. It's all part of my own little thrill - therapy. Going at it full blast now, with exposure, as it's called in cognitive behavioral therapy. In laymen's terms, that's me going out and doing all those things that terrifies me to near death. Sounds bad? I think so. But I trust my therapist... for now.