Showing posts with label psychotherapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychotherapy. Show all posts

Friday, July 18, 2008

Water You Know, the Seaquel



Back in my early days of blogging, I caused a stir by suggesting it was hypothetically possible, maybekindasorta, that people pee in the shower, maybe even Laughoristic bloggers tinkle en passant de shower. O, the comments on that post! A new shower thought has spouted forth: Do you ever drink the water that comes from the spout? Do you ever open your mouth and just take satisfying gulps of water, albeit in spray form, from the shower head? Until recently, I never did, ever, in all my years. Why not, I don't know. Then I tried it. No harm done. But I typically purse my lips while showering, habitually preventing the water from raining into my mouth. As for why, I leave that up to the armchair psychoaquatherapists. What about you? Ever drink shower water? Why? Why not?

Monday, September 17, 2007

Commodities Trader



So, as I'm getting a haircut on Saturday, Don the Barber, who is also an uber therapist and who shares my birthday plus 12 years, engages in easy banter with me, his loyal subject. How are things, work, the kids, wife, etc.

BULLETIN: Portions of our discussion were privileged and confidential. What follows is a redacted version of the episode.

How's the ballet dancer?

She's okay; trying to sort out boyfriend stuff, I guess.

I thought most of those guys were gay.

Most are; that'
s what makes this guy a wanted commodity.

I love that phrase.

What ph
rase, Don?

'A wanted commodity.' I don't think I've ever been called tha
t. I don't think I've ever been a wanted commodity.

Tell me about it.
You missed a little wisp up there at the top, Don.


(Laugh? Thought we'd die.)

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