So I am on the hunt for a therapist. Since my boss is a psychologist, I asked him for some referrals!
Though a friend suggested I could just cadge some free therapy by simply asking him vague what-if questions like, "What if this girl broke up with this guy, what would be the best way to deal with it," or, "This person I know has a phobia. What's the first thing she should do? Uh huh? And then what's the next thing? Yeah. Yeah. OK, so what should my friend do next? Here, wait, hold that thought, I'm taking some notes for my friend."
But seriously. So my next step was to call some headshrinkers. Here's how my voicemail went yesterday:
Uh, hi, I'm Hilltroll? And I'm, like, looking for a therapist. Ummmmmmmmmmnnnnn...yeah. Dr N gave me your name and um, yeah. Ok. Can you um call me um back? Uhhhhhh....
The most awkward ever. The only way it could have been worse is if I had thrown in some sort of non-sequitur such as "Oh, hang on, the peanut is up my nose."
When she called back it was even more awkward, and I won't bother to go into the details. Suffice to say that I was not my usual debonair self.
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The initial therapist contact is never good. I always justify it to myself by thinking that my awkwardness and discomfort will just make them all the more likely to want to help me! Plus, if you are too smooth, they categorize you as a sociopath right off the bat.
Thank you for that reassurance, Tiffky. Though now I wonder what my usual state of smooth glibness is conveying to people...
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