All entries for Sunday 05 December 2004
December 05, 2004
Strange how you feel comfortable talking to different people about different things.
Here I can happily [?] talk about being depressed, about my current emotional state, about humorous or notable things that happened and a modicum of my habits and hobbies.
At counselling it's very much about appropriatreness, my underlying fears, insecurities, self-restraint and pebbles [don't ask]
But still there are things I don't feel entirely comfortable speaking to anyone about. It's not that I don't feel comfortable talking about them, it's just that I need to be able to trust the person I'm talking to, and to be honest I don't feel like I trust anyone enough. [Thought sidetrack not printed here due to confidentiality]
Anyway, I'm sure that at some point I'll either trust someone, these things will come up in a conversation started by someone else, or I'll get to a point where I really won't care about the consequences and just let fly.
Fields as far as the eye can see. I like it. No more of those "social" gatherings (you know, the ones where you get the feeling that you're a third wheel – except instead of 2 people who don't need you to be there, there are 20) just fields.
And have realised that I've forgotten to bring something I need home with me.