Moons-day to fill a stomach

It is another Moons-Day (that day after Suns-Day and before Toos-Day) spent with the lovely Psych-lady. She shows that she is ready for only my hunger before my starvation by showing up at my presence on time. Ahhhh… It will be of a great “Meeting Time”.

Now, ON TO THE FIRST DISCUSSION…. She begins…

“Where would we like to go today?”

“Eh, I chose last week (but yet, I was unsuccessful at doing the meeting there), so I believe that it is YOUR turn to choose a more appropriate place in your eyes that we could eat and discuss things. But, I believe you would just force us to come back to the office again…”

What does she do? Psych-lady starts naming numerous places that she would enjoy going to, just to get her “job” done. No no no no… Doesn’t work that way. It was MY turn last week to choose. YOUR turn this week. WHERE ARE WE EATING?

Psych-lady thinks for a short moment and we are quickly in the process of leaving the building. We climb into her hefty vehicle and start driving (as if she still didn’t know where she was going). Quickly, I am forced to ride in an inappropriate U-turn in an intersection’s stop light and I proceed to ride along in the opposite direction we started. I just HOPE and PRAY she knows what she is doing and where she is going.

We quickly arrive at a destination.

Whole Foods Market

Ah. She wants to purchase food from Grocery Store that serves food from the Grocery Store and eaten at the Grocery Store? Hmmm…. This is interesting. I’m going for it. Well, I have to. I already announced that it was “her turn” to make the choice of where to eat.

This was good. I chose a “sandwich” on a shelf that was of two diagonally sliced pieces of bread with something in the middle of the two equal sizes and placed within the pieces of bread inside a triangular piece of clear plastic. The taste was… “do-able”. Try something new from the giant store next week? Mmmmm…. maybe. It will be my turn to make this lunchtime choice then.

Oh, wait! My Peach Flavored Green Iced Tea drink in a can. Not a whole lot of flavor. Kinda like water…?

Dessert! This was a REALLY GOOD carrot cake. It is a dessert that is well worth being a person in a dangerous vehicle where the passengers must ride with a driver who is making “U” turns in intersections that would be questionably illegal. Just as long as the lives are saved in the end, so this carrot cake can be enjoyed.

Nevertheless… I believe we could “maybe” go there again next week when the choice has fallen upon my own shoulders. I mean, then I “could” at least try another flavor of the nasty sandwiches that I had? Mmmm… Maybe.

Boys & Girls, what happens on Mondays?

That is correct, students, it is that Psych-lady day. Good… Good…

Students, what was learned from the Psych-lady today? Oh, not much. Just a comfortable conversation.

But! I was granted the (PLEASE!) CHOOSE A NEW FOOD request from her. The place selected was Smashburger that is located nearby. Chosen (by yours truly) to be not near enough to be walked. Thus, we had to climb into a vehicle owned by Ms. Psych-lady so she would drive us over there.

I think to myself… “Self, are we going to be lucky enough to stay at Smashburger and have our meeting there?”

Now, for some reason, she chose (against my will) to order and leave the restaurant just like a Chipolte.

Why was this answer from her mouth turning out to be a negative “No” after asking nicely in a questionable voice. THERE WAS NO OTHER CUSTOMERS THERE!

Hmmm…. Maybe there is other worthy ways of obtaining a positive “yes”? Maybe. I will have to try a different way of receiving my wish next time. We will just have to wait and see what I can think of happening at the NEXT meeting. Will it be a success??

Anyway… went back to the office… ate… spoke… listened… thanked… scheduled next week… That’s about it.

WE WILL ALL RECOGNIZE IF I AM A SUCCESS…. NEXT WEEK!!

Denial! Denial!

Why was I unsuccessful at having this fortunate event of new food coming towards my lips? Why did this happen this way?

On Monday, I am informed that my usual desired lunch-location with my Psych Lady (who informed me last week as being lunch-changing) is brought upon as being the ONLY choice I have. The HIGHLY LOOKED UPON decision made the week before of change is just broken. Denial. This is just BAD. This is wrong. This is wrong…

No, we cannot successfully obtain a gracious meal at an agreed upon restaurant from last weeks meeting without the safe vehicle of an automobile. She has chosen on this day to be without a vehicle and walk to her place of employment from the location of her home. Would she BLAME this on somehow she had forgotten that we were going for a meal at the different and agreed upon location?? Maybe the transportation removal is how she has actually taken it upon herself to NOT allow us to attend the new location?? Argh!!

Anyway… Other than this escapade, the meeting was swell. Talking. Questioning. Answering. Suggesting. Nodding. Blinking. Eating. Eating. Eating…

Next week it will be necessary to awaken earlier, or just had remembered that I already informed the taxi to come earlier, so that I will be successful at attending the luncheon with Psych Lady at 11:00 instead of the usual Noon hour.

Maybe at that time she WILL be ready to receive the new food after the awakening of my body earlier. With what I have gone through with this week, I will heavily suggest (leading to demanding) that we just walk to the nearby Chipolte… as usual.

ha ha….

Psych Visit — # ??? (billion?)

No, no, no…. It’s not Monday. It’s Wednesday today, and I had to visit the Psych today. Monday is the visiting day next week.

Mmmm..

Here is a thought I just had: CLOSER VISITS IN TIME?? That’s nice.

Basically everything is the same for a Wednesday visit that seem to occur for a Monday visit…

“How have you been doing?”

I always begin by explaining how “I’m hungry” and that we should bring forth this discussion while walking towards Chipolte. She agrees. Talking. Speaking. Thinking. Sharing. (but not our food with one another)

This “discussion” of the different subjects that we came up with was good today. One suggestion that I had for her was to just:

  1. Bring me in EVERYDAY for lunch and our enjoyable discussions.
  2. Along with that, just drop all “other people” that come to her for obtaining “help”. Those “other people” are just not helping in the feeding of her stomach. This is very important.

Uh, that’s it. Well, I guess that’s two suggestions. They work together.

I believe that she will think VERY HARD about these suggestions to be done together in addition to having them done with me…. period. I’m sure she’s rubbing her forehead about it right now. …or something else…

Ah, one final very important thing was “suggested by her” right before I left today.

“HEY! Let’s do something NEW next week and eat something different!”

Ok. Location already chosen and discussed. Type about it next week.

Umm.. Oh, yeah. It’s a Monday!

Yep. It is the… “Day of the week to go see the Psychologist” day.

What did we do today? Well, we had our utterly important Chipolte meal and spoke at the beginning of the entirely meaningful subjects that needed to be spoken about. Ideas are thrown out of our minds through the mouths on our faces completely. This act of sharing subjects is getting finished while eating. The thoughts and ideas are overflowing….

We are feeling better because of the thoughts shared, or maybe just the food, and it is time for me to leave. I place my hand back into my pocket…. Oh… Oh, wait…  I brought a paper of my thoughts that I had written to share with her, but had forgotten these thoughts were in my pocket and was unable to share my lost thoughts.

Oh… that’s where my thoughts actually were. (I knew I did bring something. My brain was more focused on the FOOD at the time.)

I’ll forget, but she has it to remember herself. She has the papers. Not my items to be forgetful of. Check that off my list. Cannot blame it on my brain anymore….  🙂