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| "How To Talk to Men" |
One of the things I like best about my therapist is that she's not afraid to give me practical advice. We had a whole discussion about how to meet men at the gym. I suppose it's something like having a personal advice columnist. Anyway, I was moaning about how nobody cute ever makes eye contact with me at the gym, so she naturally asked me if I ever made eye contact with others. I told her that I stare at men all the time at the gym (in fact, sometimes I think Cecelia, my trainer, gets annoyed at this). She asked if any of these men ever stared back. Sometimes...rarely, I replied. What do you do if they do stare back, she asked? Oh, I just look away, I replied, with a grin. And it's true, I'm ashamed to say. By the end of the session, we'd come up with a plan. A simple plan: if a guy looked at me, I wouldn't look away. Moreover, I would take the chance and say a simple hello. The final part of the plan was just simply to look more amiable, which is something I'm finding easy these days since I've been in
The funny thing is that on the way to the gym that night, directly after my therapy session was over, a guy slowed the heck down purely in order to turn around and say hello. But I became instantly judgmental, thinking that any guy that behaved l
Now the last place I expected my therapist's advice to be reinforced was in film class. Over the last weekend, I took a class that ran all day Saturday and Sunday. It was a class in practical directing for film and television ran by an experienc
The class itself was extremely inspiring, and I found my desire to make movies completely rekindled. Magar teaches these "Action/Cut Directed By" seminars around the country. If you
... to find that the sewer beneath my apartment had completely backed up, and had flooded the bathroom and the hallway. There was a foot of sewage in the bathtub, my wicker baskets full of towels were standing in sewage, and the hallway carpet wa
Tonight I see my therapist again, and I'll have to tell her that despite my amiable countenance, I have still not spoken with anybody at the gym, except a friend of Cecilia's, and that doesn't count. He was cute though.