Quarter Life Crisis

After

"I live a very cookie cutter life. Live in a small town where everybody knows eachothers names, I have a boring office job, and my life is cookie cutter. Even that's cookie cutter. I hate that word so much now I can't stand it. Sorry, I'm just venting since no one else will listen. Anyways that's not the point. I'm telling you this because I need some help. Have you ever heard of a quarter life crisis?" Jeremy looked very flustered. His breathing was shaky just thinking about it. He suppresses  the thought and locked it away in his mind. Soemthimg he was far too familiar with. He moved his hair away from his eyes as he waited for a response. His eyes were a dim brown.

The therapist looked up from her notepad. He specifically requested a female theraist, but this was for good reason. It would become clear later. She cleared her throat to the question, thinking it was rhetorical. She set her pen and pad down on a class coffee table between them both. The room was a soft shade of blue with solid colors for furniture. The table had glass in the middle and dark brown wood on the edges and outer parts. The couches were a light brown color.

Her voice was amazing, elegant and the way she carried her words was extraordinary. Jeremy never noticed throughout the whole session. She wore small high heels, coming up to two inches in length. Her work clothes were not the same as her shoes told her personality. Her sleeves coming up to wrist level and her clothing showing nothing else but that and a small part of her feet. She had black slacks with a brown sweater. Her hair was in a bun at the back, her eyes a bright green. She wore solid non-appealing clothing and solid colors for her work. Sticking with the color scheme of the office.

Jeremy felt suffocated when he noticed the pattern. Feeling dull and bland. He hated it with something more that hate. Wanting to be something more. He stopped that train of thought and asked her again. "Do you know what a quarter life crisis is?" "Yes of course." Her voice agitated as she said. "Sorry" Jeremy said with a compulsive need "I didn't think you heard me." Her face relaxes from its previously harsh look. Smiling softly and forcefully. "I did. Continue." Nodding her head over to Jeremy as she picks up the pen and pad again. "Where do I begin?" He said; honestly not knowing where. "Well... A little bit before the beginning would be nice."

"Ok, well..." He had stopped in his tracks to the sounds in his mind as he thinks back to the beginning. Hearing the conversations as whispers and seeing memories. He shivers when he reaches a unbearable one. He puts his head between his legs as the therapist losses the smile. "Take as much time as you need." She looked at her notepad. Two pages worth of noted on this man. She wasn't supptised by this when she saw it. Even "cookie cutter" is interesting.

He finally raised his head but still looked at the ground. He looks at her and takes a few deep breathes. "So a little bit before the beginning?" "Yes, it's good to know backstory about the backstory." "Ok... Ok I think I can do that. Give me one more second." "Absolutely, like I said. Take as much time ad you need." Jeremy took that time wisely. Soon enough moving back up onto the couch. "Ok. Im ready." His face looked pale, but he finally got the words through his mouth.