And in return, she put lovely reassurance and balm all over my soul. Apparently, I am very mature, know my feelings and what shaped me into the person I am today well. Well, duh. With all the time I spend in my own head, it would be sad if I didn't. She thinks I can handle my parents, all I need to do is 'be the adult I am' and 'be honest about my feelings'. Easy, breezy. Even though I have been more open with her than I've been with any other person in my life right now, she doesn't know me well yet and I guess that surprised me a bit today. In past sessions, we had talked about my friends and how I'm generally more drawn to people who are older than I am due to various reasons and I think today she understood why. Therapy is really interesting. It can be a power play at times, but today we reached a level at which we were even. I didn't cry, I only felt like crying for a small amount of time and when I left I actually felt good.
Might have also been the sugar high that I was on. I got up way too late today, my class started at 9 and I got up at twenty to 9. Yeah, too late. After class, I had to kill some time so I had a proper breakfast consisting of a hot chocolate and a pain au chocolat. Sugar high, here I come! I came crashing down hard at around 4 in the afternoon, in the middle of my accounting class. Not that much fun. I even ate lunch in between, so why the crash was that bad is a mystery to me.
Anywho, I watched 'Quantum of Solace' after class and I am thoroughly disappointed. I really liked 'Casino Royale' so I kinda expected more. Well, this movie is *not* worth seeing. I didn't even understand most of the plot and kept wondering 'What does that have to do with anything?'.
Now I'm back home and just plain tired and it's not even past 11. I hardly ever go to bed before midnight and I think this week I'll have to already do that the second time. Soul searching is hard work, y'all.