Striving for Perfection

January 17, 2015

I just came back from a session with my therapist McKenzie. The first time I met her, she insisted that I call her by her first name. 

"I'm just here to be your friend. " She said with a bright smile.

I rolled my eyes. This was her job, she isn't trying to be my "friend' she is trying to make money. I'm not even looking for friends. Friends are too much work. You always have to appear to be cool so that they remain your friend and you have to constantly be funny and happy. It is exhausting but I guess it is the price we have to pay for friendship. The hardest part about having friends is that they are always better looking and skinnier than I am. I am constantly being reminded what I freak of nature I truly. It is hard to be funny and preppy all the time thoughts like that are always running through your head.

Today during our session McKenzie tried to make me confess that I have a problem but I don't

"I'm fine, in fact this is a waste of my time and my mom's money " I told her, crossing my arms.

"Your family doesn't think you're fine. Why do you think that is?" She asked me. I shrugged and repeated that I was fine.

"When you say that you're fine, who is that meant for? " She asked.

I raised an eyebrow. I don't know what kind of drugs she was taking but she should stop. When I told her this she just laughed it for and asked me another question that I didn't have a clear answer to.

Bye for Now

Talia