Therapy and more

The last few day have been defined by several notable events. To begin, I woke up on Friday feeling fantastic. It was the first day I have not felt run down and tired before my day even begins. I attribute this renewed energy to my new hypnotherapist. That is correct, I am now seeing a hynotheropist. Well, sort of. Brian is trying to become an accomplished hypnotist and Tyler and I have somehow become his worthy test subjects. Thursday night was our first session and I am proud to say that I am what's called a Deep Trans, while Tyler is only a Medium Trans. We discussed the irony of this, since Tyler is more into the new age material than I am. But really, I don't find it ironic at all since it confirms my suspicion that Tyler is a skeptic. He thinks he believes everything, but I think that he challenges everything, which is why hypnotism doesn't work as well on him.
In one hour of hypnotheropy I received the equivalent of four hours of sleep, and I was able to get my work off my mind for a while, which was the real reward I think. If you have a chance to experience this activity I highly recommend it. I will keep you posted on my therapy.
Second, on my way to the Library I committed an embarrassing crime. I was walking in Norlin Quad behind a girl with fantastic curls and she was talking on the phone. I realized it was my old friend from Sewall, Marisa. So I discreetly approached her and as I came up beside her I cupped my hand around her buttocks and squeezed hard. I then proceeded to turn and have a laugh with her but to my utter horror realized it was not Marisa at all. In fact, it was total, complete stranger. The girl looked at me in shock as I passed out from embarrassment and fell down on the ice, splitting my head open and bleeding all over. Actually, I didn't pass out, but I did want to die. It took a moment for us to realize the grave mistake I had made and to break the awkward tension we both laughed for about 35 seconds, while I apologized profusely and tried to explain. The episode ended with me saying, "I am so sorry and so embarrassed. I hope you don't feel violated--I am going to go now." And I proceeded to RUN to the Library to escape this terrible situation.
Work on Friday was unbelievable. Remind me to never work a) in Higher Education b) With all women c) In an office with suffocating politics or d) In a place that only has a pepsi, not a coke, machine. Work began with the usual: morning news search, a cup of coffee, and complaining to my boss about the Denver Post search engine. It ended with a crying, swearing, yelling, and an office therapy session with me as the doc. I won't get into details, but the take-away message here is this: Don't hire incompetent managers.
Also on Friday I went to German restaurant and received not only the best food but the best service I have had in a very long time. I ordered Jaegerschnitzel with Potato dumpling, mmm mmm. It's called Cafe Berlin and I offer my highest recommendations.
Saturday morning I went to hell, also known as Step Class. Not only was I the only new person there, I was the only idiot that absolutely cannot follow a sequence. We arrived late, which resulting in a front row spot for me. I felt bad the people behind me who might watch me and inevitably be thrown off, because I was doing the wrong step 100% of the time. Also, I was off-center so every time we did anything facing the left side, I was stuck trying to do the steps with my head over my shoulder watching the instructor, which only intensified my awkwardness. If you really want to understand how bad it was, ask Robyn. Actually, she might just laugh, which won't tell you anything except what a fool I am.
So I went home this weekend, partly because I needed to escape my life, and partly because I needed to restore my dignity. Nothing interesting happened today, except that I-gasp-visited the new Wal-Mart Super Center in Longmont, which was a huge mistake. To begin, the complex (yes, it is a complex) is about 2.30 minutes from my house and it took me--from the time I left my house to the time I parked--12 minutes. That is because I had to wait at a light just to turn into the Complex, even though it is outside the edge of town. As soon as I entered I walked back out because I had to make sure I was in the right building, for I thought I was in Sam's Club, or Cosco. They are lying when they call this a supermarket, it is a warehouse. Let me tell you about Super Center: there is no tile on the floor, it is cement, you cannot see the back of the store if you are standing in the front, there are more checkers than I can count, and the express line requires 25 items or less. I felt sick and overwhelmed. I had offered to pick up some drinks for my mother but I was too sore from Step Class to walk to the other end of the complex where the food resides. So I jumped in one of the six express lines and checked out--for good. I can't possibly go back. This is where I will stop talking about Wal-Mart, because I could go on about sustainable development and the impact that places like Wal-Mart, Target and Cosco have on it, but I will let you off the hook.
During my next hypnotherapy session I plan to visualize a world with no Wal-Marts, a world where people spend moderately, and value community over economic gain. Oh wait, I guess I could just study abroad...