At my therapy session yesterday I talked about my problems making friends. Want to know what I talked about with my therapist?
This is what I told my therapist yesterday:
You were talking about my need to take risks with people and I want to talk about that. This also relates to the issue of intuition. I don’t like most people. I wouldn’t be interested in most people for friends. I mean there are people I chat with in my apartment building and sometimes I wish I didn’t. I talk to most people out of politeness. I’m not really interested in talking to them or being their friend. If you talk to some people they get the idea that they want to be your regular chat buddy, and I hate that. I don’t like having to chat with people I would prefer not chatting with.
So, anyway, this goes back 15 years to the year 2003. There was a new guy in my building. His name was BMD. I didn’t know anything about him. But I was curious about him. He wore Army fatigues sometimes. Once he gave some cookies to the guy at the front desk. In my mind, I thought of him as “the cookie guy.” He was somebody I would be interested in talking to. I asked the front desk manager who he was. She said, “That’s BMD. He’s a doctor. He’s doing his residency at Walter Reed. He’s very smart. There are people high up in his field who have their eye on him.” I thought, “I knew it! I could tell there was something different about that guy.”
So I researched the guy on the Internet. And I learned that there were several technical papers that he had co-authored. This confirmed for me that I can read people.
I told my therapist (Dr. Bash) about him. Dr. Bash was always saying I should make friends. I told Dr. Bash BMD was somebody who could be a friend for me. When I told her he was a medical doctor, she said, “Put that out of your mind. No medical doctor would be friends with you. You need to be friends with people at your level.” He’s about 25 years younger than me.
So about taking risks. We used to have a roof deck in my building. It’s closed now. BMD used to sunbathe on the roof. I always thought that was odd, that a medical doctor would sunbathe. And sometimes he would get red as a lobster. One day he came up to the roof and laid down on a lounge chair. He was right across from me. I was thinking of introducing myself. But I didn’t have the nerve. So I could have introduced myself, and maybe we would have chatted. And maybe when he saw me he would have waved to me and said, Hi. But that would have been it. We would never have become friends.
You were talking about my need to take risks with people and I want to talk about that. This also relates to the issue of intuition. I don’t like most people. I wouldn’t be interested in most people for friends. I mean there are people I chat with in my apartment building and sometimes I wish I didn’t. I talk to most people out of politeness. I’m not really interested in talking to them or being their friend. If you talk to some people they get the idea that they want to be your regular chat buddy, and I hate that. I don’t like having to chat with people I would prefer not chatting with.
So, anyway, this goes back 15 years to the year 2003. There was a new guy in my building. His name was BMD. I didn’t know anything about him. But I was curious about him. He wore Army fatigues sometimes. Once he gave some cookies to the guy at the front desk. In my mind, I thought of him as “the cookie guy.” He was somebody I would be interested in talking to. I asked the front desk manager who he was. She said, “That’s BMD. He’s a doctor. He’s doing his residency at Walter Reed. He’s very smart. There are people high up in his field who have their eye on him.” I thought, “I knew it! I could tell there was something different about that guy.”
So I researched the guy on the Internet. And I learned that there were several technical papers that he had co-authored. This confirmed for me that I can read people.
I told my therapist (Dr. Bash) about him. Dr. Bash was always saying I should make friends. I told Dr. Bash BMD was somebody who could be a friend for me. When I told her he was a medical doctor, she said, “Put that out of your mind. No medical doctor would be friends with you. You need to be friends with people at your level.” He’s about 25 years younger than me.
So about taking risks. We used to have a roof deck in my building. It’s closed now. BMD used to sunbathe on the roof. I always thought that was odd, that a medical doctor would sunbathe. And sometimes he would get red as a lobster. One day he came up to the roof and laid down on a lounge chair. He was right across from me. I was thinking of introducing myself. But I didn’t have the nerve. So I could have introduced myself, and maybe we would have chatted. And maybe when he saw me he would have waved to me and said, Hi. But that would have been it. We would never have become friends.
