My therapist was so sweet to me today that I am mildly concerned if he hasn't lost any kind of clinical detachment.
Sort of weirdly unnervo-gratifying. It's cool that a person you share that much of your personal BS with *likes* you, and also it's kind of... uncomfortable?
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Like walking into the crowded kitchen of your flatshare after three hours of sleep the night before and realizing you forgot to put your pants on.
Not that that's ever happened to me, mind...
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I mean, this analogy has absolutely nothing to do with the previous tweet, although I did sleep maybe four hours last night so that might explain why...