Welcome to day 2 of Fake Therapy Week! Today we are visiting the toy support group led by . . . the mermaid?
I once went with a friend to her any and all issue support group (She was nervous to go, and I was the emotional support). I was shocked! The group leader had no qualifications, and the session turned into one big complain against religion meeting.
I was sick inside. What kind of support group was that?
There are all kinds of support groups. Everything from support groups for people who have lost a spouse, to support groups for people who are adopting, etc. etc. etc.
It isn't therapy. It's a support group. It may be therapeutic, but it isn't therapy. In my opinion.
The point should be to uplift, support, and maybe give ideas.
My personal view is that you shouldn't stay in a toxic support group. If I were to find a support group for gardeners who hate weeds and I got there and the whole session turned into people always blaming their problems on garden gnomes, I would leave. Why would I waste my time with that?! And then I'd go find a gardeners support group that focused on finding ways to weed your garden happily.
Welcome to the first session of this year's "Fake Therapy Week!"
Today we are joining "Nurse Mackaroy's" group therapy session.
Watch the video and then we'll talk...
"Goodness! I've never encountered a patient who suffers from so many diseases that don't exist."
Haha! So funny.
And then in the end, to convince her that he really does have issues, he tells her that he's from the future.
Here's the thing. Even the most normal of normal person in the world is a "veritable cornucopia of high octane maladies."
Whether they be big or small issues, we are all figuring something out. Like, maybe you aren't a good listener (I believe that is called Earsclosed-a-titis). Or maybe you are grieving over the loss of a loved one, maybe you have insecurity, you may be overwhelmed by a situation. Maybe you are having a rough time at work or school. Maybe you wish you weren't an introvert. Maybe you are stressed, sad about something, impatient.
That's life. We all have things we are dealing with. I mean, who hasn't had issues at work or school, right?
Take a deep breath, and don't feel the need to tell people you are from the future just so they will care about what you are going through.
The cat clung to the branch, praying that it didn't start to rain. Again.
That had been the worst, really. The cold, wet rain that fell without notice and without mercy. Being up in the top of the tree, sitting on a branch that could barely hold the weight was punishment enough. And now it had to rain, too?
"Dang," thought the cat. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for the rain, I didn't ask for the fear of falling. And I sure didn't ask for an empty stomach."
The lady from the nearby house had left a can of tuna below the tree, hoping that the smell would lure the cat down from the high perch.
"That's just mean," the cat meowed to himself. "She's forcing me to look at this food when she knows full well I can't reach it."
As the day wore on, and word of the cat's predicament spread through the neighborhood, all sorts of humans came to gawk at the cat and ask questions.
"What got him up there?"
"Is the branch strong enough to hold him?"
And the most important, "How is he going to get down?"
The cat rolled his eyes, "Of course I know how I got up here. It was innocent, really. That trunk just looked so enticing. So interesting. So I explored it, of course. After all, I am a cat. But then I saw the first branch. I knew that had to be better than the lowly trunk, so I jumped. Just like any cat would. Each branch had a better looking branch above it, so I kept jumping and climbing."
"There is no problem with jumping and climbing. I've heard that's normal for a cat."
"And I know that I can get down. I know that I can go back. But it scares me. Even though I see the tuna waiting for me, I can't bring myself to do it. Besides, there is no reason to get down. I'm up here in this tree, and I am comfortable. Really. No really, I am."
"I wouldn't call this being stuck, I'd call it . . . a life choice."
Bit by bit, his stomach slowly began to growl louder. Drop by drop, the rain slowly began to fall. Little by little, the branch slowly started to crack.
He would have to get down. The whole time wishing he had never gone up.
Today the cat spends its time sponsoring other cats and teaching about the dangers of trees.
I go to the kitchen and decide to eat a plum. I can't wait to bite into the plump, juicy fruit! As I go to wash it and take off the sticker, I find this!
This happens to me ALL THE TIME. It makes me so mad. I've decided that the produce companies do this on purpose. If a piece of fruit has a blemish, they'll cover it up with the sticker if at all possible. Thus my seemingly perfect snack is actually mushy and sick looking.
People do this to themselves all the time too. We naturally want to cover up our flaws and imperfections so that we seem as perfect as possible.
But there is not flaunting your trials, and then there is covering them up to try and trick someone.
I've been betrayed by a plum!
But don't worry, not all is lost. The produce section isn't completely out of hope. I'll be more careful in the future, that's for sure. Maybe check under the stickers from now on. But a lot of good plums come out of the produce section too. Not all plums have a mushy spot under their sticker.