Thank you to those of you who sent me emails with advice on therapy. I haven’t taken any action yet, but since this is my blog, I figured I can start my therapy already — right here with all of you.
Therapy – Day One
I feel an urge to please people. It’s not a terrible trait. If you met me, you would probably think I was a decent enough guy. But I hate the feeling of NOT pleasing someone. It makes me anxious. Sophia has made fun of me about this for years. For instance, if I suggest that a group of friends go to a restaurant, and that restaurant ends up sucking, I feel responsibility. I need to apologize to everyone, as if I cooked the meal.
Despite my charming demeanor, most of my women readers would hate to be with me in bed. I’m the type who won’t leave you alone after sex:
“Did you have an orgasm? Are you sure you had an orgasm? Do you want me to try again? You don’t blame me, do you? I’ll try again if you want. I’ll try to give you two orgasms next time. Is that fair?”
Even now, anxious thoughts of pleasing my readers are at the forefront.
“This post sucks. My readers are getting bored. In a second, they’re gonna move over to Brandon’s site. I better say something funny… and quick.”
The last week was a tough one for me and blogging. A different blogger seemed to be upset at me every day. Was I too flippant when I joked about psychological conditions when I wrote about therapy? Maybe I shouldn’t have put a photo of a woman’s prison movie when writing about Blogher. To top it off, I got a nice anti-Semitic email today, although I doubt it was from a regular reader. (unless it was Brooke?)
Uh-oh, now she’s gonna be pissed.
Really, I just want people to be happy and to like me. I like when people like me.
That is until I get some real therapy and learn to get some balls, so I don’t have to give a shit anymore about what ANY of you think.
Only kidding. Ha Ha. Only kidding! I love you.
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