Digging Deeper

So I just got back from seeing my counselor. Fifty five minutes of guts spewing around the room was actually not so bad today. Patty has a way of listening and then asking a seemingly insignificant question at a seemingly insignificant time and BAM! - you've figured out yet another little cog in your web of being; your existance. Things that make life so interesting.

Since I have been out of work I have been thinking much more. Remembering my history, looking up old friends and trying to bring my old life back into focus. Mostly for story fodder. I am trying to write stories - or a story, however it works out. I have alot of experiences that I have buried under oodles of years worth of other experiences. I try to keep the easy light hearted fun ones on the top layer, where I can find them easily when I want a good laugh or a gentle smile. The ones that are buried farther down are a bit more on the dramatic side - and usually not very pleasant. My psyche looks kinda like the walls of an archeological dig - the cute veggie eating herd animals with the bugs and bunnies on the top layer and the carnivorous and parasitical loners down in the dangerous deeper layers.

So this whole writing thing I am trying to do - and the therapy thing I do are a really good combination because they feed off of each other. Synergy I think you call it. It feels like a win/win combo. I hope I can make all the effort prove fruitful by producing good stories on paper.

I don't know that I understand the people who want to read all the dramatic crap that I keep down in the dungeon with the ghosts, but... well... even I like to watch Ghosthunters on television sometimes.