Joy to the world.
See, now I have to fight my natural urge to get stupid.
Which I do. DAILY.
I could not resist putting some Chinese food I know he likes in the fridge for him with a note “Here, sunshine face” and a big ass fucking smiley face on it.
Then, when he hadn’t touched it, I put a stickie on the fridge the next day, “<his name>, P.S. Sunshine Face is you. Eat it.”
Look, don’t get me wrong. I was a therapist for 15 years, and I do sales in 100 different ways in my job, in life, in general. Even if I just like someone, I am extremely capable of helping people take down their walls, being safe, kind, and non threatening so people can feel o.k. around me, and just be a very kind, thoughtful and understanding person in general. I know people go through things.
But shit, I get PAID to do it against people’s will (sales) and even therapy doesn’t work most of the time if the person is completely unwilling and/or bound and determined to be miserable. I get silly just defensively.
I haven’t woken up with “Good Morning, Vietnam” in his face yet.
I’m pretty strong.
For the most part, with people in recovery, it’s a GIVEN that we’re struggling with social skills and it is easier for me to say to someone, “Look, I’m not sure if this makes sense, it’s difficult for me to talk about, but” blah blah blah.
Seriously, just looking at that puss face all day makes me laugh defensively.
Anyway, he just ate the Chinese food. And the chocolate I put there too.
And said thank you.