I have mentioned this before, but I have days where I see things that are tough.amazing.hilarious.devastating, and I have to admit that these things mess with my head/gut a little. But the thing that is most difficult for me is the transition from these environments:
A crack *home*- where people are laying across broken kitchen chairs and staring through you--where your client (dopefiend/ sex offender, but beautiful and sweet) needs help with his diabetes medications (and everything else!!) and their friends begin crying "I know I'm smart, but I think I'm going crazy...can you help me?" They are vulnerable and share their lives with you, and you try to help...
Driving to find a "safe" check cashing location with a client to avoid drug dealers who are on the lookout
Yoga class, where the woman next to you is passing gas and whispering to herself and to you she says, "I'm not gonna let you kill them" (haha this one was funny)
Hugging the sober-for-4-months-wants-to-be-a-mother-and-not-a-crackhead/prostitute client because she has been sober for 4 months and she has hardly people to tell
--It messes with my head to go from this to:
downtown NYC. Hippster, fashionista, marketing bullshit. Where status wafts around like a required sensibility. I can do it somedays, but other days, I just can't handle it. Maybe I will get used to it, but I'm not really sure if I want to.
That's all on that.
You 5-6 people reading this should check out the funniest guy on earth, ricky gervais at his website
His podcasts are also really funny
My sister Tracy was also in town last week. She like NYC and wants to move here, which would be cool. She gave me ideas for decorating my house so it doesn't look so poopy.
The End
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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