Puffs Sponsorships, Holiday Politics, and the Chicken Confession

Socket Seekers its a new day,

So today was therapy, and my therapist corrected me. She is sponsored by Puffs. I now need to check the fine print on my intake paperwork and see if my using Kleenex opens me up to a lawsuit.

We talked about my homework, and it turns out my cowardice/fear has won. I am not going to tell my brother that I am trans next week when I see him. I am going to try and subtly feel him out on the topic if I can. I think I will ask, "What would you think if I was trans?" Ok, maybe more subtly than that. I am sure there will be another news story about more of our rights being taken away that the orange orangutan in office will have snuck out on Labor Day. They always like to do terrible things on holidays, so that will give me an opening, I think. If not, this will be the last time I see him without telling him that I found out I can tolerate cantina chicken at Taco Bell, and that I am trans. The chicken thing might be more shocking.

I told her about the episode of people invading my private gas station stop and that I thought I was getting worse. Of course, she pointed out that I didn't break down sobbing at the start of my session; in fact, I didn't even mention it until the end. Apparently, assaulting all of you with my stories is letting me work these issues out. She didn't roll her eyes at me, so I don't think she dislikes me, but I can live with it.

I did send her a link to this blog, so if you see a lurker here, it might be her. Just know she is getting intel into my disturbed mind. If I were you, I would go read a sales paper or something instead of this. I hear Rally's has a 2 for $5 sandwich deal. Dammit, I ruined the end to that one. Well, I am sure you can find another one.

That's all for today. You're welcome—this time it's less than 1,000 words, so I call that growth or mental exhaustion. I did have a much heavier topic about the history that led up to my agoraphobia, but I am not ready to share that.

Useless Recap
• My therapist is sponsored by Puffs.
• The Taco Bell chicken might be a bigger reveal than being trans.
• Writing this blog is apparently mandatory mental progress.
• Rally's has a 2 for $5 deal I accidentally spoiled.

Disclaimer: Sponsored by Puffs (Please don't sue me, I didn't read the fine print).