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Maybe an Indian counselor could tell you "Man, they aren't being Indian; they're being *annoying*!" Would that be a possibility for you?

Maybe. I've been wary of the whole counseling thing because I tried it once in college and felt really uncomfortable. And I know I shouldn't swear it off based on one visit with one person, but there's still an aversion. Plus, I'd have to fit into my schedule and budget and everything.

Here are today's choice tidbits from my mom, quoted as accurately as possible:

On the Question That Need Never Speak Its Name Because It Is Always Silently Asked During Every Conversation:

"I want to find a good girl for you, so I have to prove that you're a good boy."

(And then she went into this whole extended medicine metaphor about how being allergic to a really great medicine was just like being really smart but having no social skills.)

"If you're really smart, but everyone says that you don't talk to anyone or you're quiet all the time or nobody likes you, what good are you?"

"I'm not telling you to find someone; I would prefer to find someone myself so I can be sure she's good. I love you, remember that. [List of family members] all love you. Arranged marriages work better than love marriages. Ninety percent of the time."

To balance it out, she said she was very proud of me for something I did yesterday. Shocked, in fact. I had no damn clue what she was talking about. Oh, right, I'd called my dad to wish him a happy birthday, which he didn't seem to really care about (he thanked me and then moved on to the "When are we booking your ticket to come visit July 4 weekend?"), which didn't surprise me because he doesn't really expect much from that sort of thing. My mom was surprised that I hadn't called him at home; I'd called him at work. She didn't even know I had his work number, which she'd given me months ago at some point. But it made her really happy that I'd remembered his birthday. I told her it was the same day every year and hard to forget.

The adults are out at a wedding, so I'm going to finally watch the latest Green Wing and then take the kids out for dinner. That'll score me some points.

ETA: Thanks for making me cry, WindSparrow. :-P

BTw, yep connie, that's a keeper.

{{{P-C}}}

Also? There's a kilted guy with a mohawk on Trading Spaces tonight.

And yesterday (day before?) "kerfuffle" was a clue in the NY Times crossword puzzles.

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Maybe. I've been wary of the whole counseling thing because I tried it once in college and felt really uncomfortable. And I know I shouldn't swear it off based on one visit with one person, but there's still an aversion. Plus, I'd have to fit into my schedule and budget and everything.

For anyone finding the right person to work with is important, for you its probably critical. There have GOT to be people who specialize in YOUR cultural divide.

And, yeah, not right now. Not with the fam. Get your own job and place and by then you'll have found someone who can help you with perspectivey things.

Personally, I think everyone needs therapy. But maybe I say that cause I did it longer than anybody but Barbra Streisand.

Erika, I agree. Finding the right therapist is always a trick, though.

Personally, I think everyone needs therapy. But maybe I say that cause I did it longer than anybody but Barbra Streisand.

I tend to agree. Of course, I had a very good one.

I just got back from a very nice dinner with Sparky1 and her DH, after which I proved to them that there isn't much to do in Belmont except eat, and then go to elsewhere (San Mateo, in this case) to shop. Was fun.

{{{beth}}}

Thanks for making me cry, WindSparrow. :-P

Sekrit message to P-C (mildly spoilery for S2 of New Who): "Nine, maybe ten years old. I'm seeing pigtails; frilly skirt."

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Personally, I think everyone needs therapy. But maybe I say that cause I did it longer than anybody but Barbra Streisand.

I've seen about 8 different counselors throughout my life. Only two of them were a really, really good fit for a good deep slog through my messed up psyche. Four of them were ok for a short haul, and two were really, really bad. (A bad fit, as opposed to bad professional counselors)