“Is it an ‘S’?”
Ya!
“P”.
Ya!
“e”
Ya!
“O”?
Nope.
(redraw, redraw – nice and slow)
sssss…
“C”?
Ya!
“Spec…”
“Spectacles?”
Nope!
“I”?
Ya!
“A”
Mmhmm
“Special?!”
Haha yup!
Special!
This collective group is so special – and I’m so corny! lol
Remember as kids we used to spell words on each other’s backs? It was fun but also this kind, intimate gesture.
I feel like involuntary touch has disappeared. Affection by touch is definitely one of my love languages. Anyway – this group – this group does more for me than my $225/hr psychologist – his cat licked its ass on our last call – ha – I should have said something – when he noticed, he played it pretty cool. Trying to understand and then process all my bullshit and then this cat lifts its leg up, straight up – not facing the camera – well, it’s head wasn’t facing the camera – but it’s asshole was – lick, lick, lick, – try not to laugh, focus, focussss… cat’s ass – haha – don’t say anything – it would cost me like 20 bucks if I mentioned his cat’s ass – this is my time – my insurances dollar – this fucking cat – pretending no one else is in the room – although we know, cats know – licking his ass on purpose – pretty sure I caught it give me a wink while licking and looking over it’s shoulder.
Is that a metaphor for life? We’re all in our heads trying to heal this and resolve that, while cats are just there, licking their asses?
where rivers are born 