I’ve been memefied by fellow shrink, Robin. It’s pretty hard to top her hilarious stories, and I’m not sure what the rules are but I guess I’ll just write.
The lamest thing about me: I’m horrible at telling jokes. I get flummoxed on the words. I tell the punch-line first. I forget what joke I’m telling in the middle of the sentence. Occasionally, I can pull off a dry comment that is quite funny, but it’s usually when I don’t try that the best comes out of me. Probably true for writing as well.
The most determined thing about me: I always knew I would be a therapist since about 5 years old. My parents adopted 2 older children when I was five and they were very difficult kids. My parents almost backed out but according to family history, I made them keep the kids. “If you don’t take them in, who will?” Lil W-Kat said. And so they stayed. With therapists. I observed, and my occupation was born.
The weirdest thing that ever happened to me: was several years ago when I woke up to my husband and 2 police men looking over me. Apparently while boiling Easter Eggs and talking to my Dad on the phone, I had a seizure. My husband came back from the store at about the same time as the police – Dad had called them after I dropped the phone. He could hear the kids in the background but no Anne. I have no history of seizures although it came out that my grandmother had one in her lifetime too. I have the kind that makes me look drunk – so I guess I walked over to the couch and laid down. The kids were too young to communicate their observations. I lost my driver’s license for 6 months, walked more miles in 100 degree weather than I ever had. Surprisingly, it was probably the only 6 months in my life where it was not inconvenient, so I coped pretty well. But no way that’s happening again. It’s me & a pill 4-ever.
The random-est thing that I can think of: After reading Robin’s bathroom story, I remembered once that an acquaintance had been in a city 2 hours from me and went to a restaurant bathroom. My business card was laying on the floor next to the toilet. Certainly an odd marketing for a shrink.
The most obsessive thing about me: is that my house is what my friend calls “Whimsical Clutter”, not the neatest place around, but when I send my kids to school, they have to be the bleachest clean, the whitest of white uniform shirts. The only self analysis that I can come to is that I want my kids to be perfect, house be damned. Other interpretations most welcome.
The writing-est thing about me: I've written about 5 picture book manuscripts which are out getting rejected as we speak; I have a list of great first chapters with no plot line; I've published 2 professional articles about things I don't really care about but know very well - try reading "managed care and you" before nite-nite; I've got 25,000 words down on my pre-novel practice activity; I'm planning for full throttle publication mode at age 60, so I've got 20 years to perfect the craft. :-)
That’s me in a nutshell. I’ll be back to meme some other folks….
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I’m horrible at telling jokes.
Uh, did you even read your last paragraph? It's hysterical!
:-)
when I send my kids to school, they have to be the bleachest clean, the whitest of white uniform shirts.
OK, I can think of several:
1. the whole "virginal white" thing: You're not ready for them to grow up, and you don't want to believe that at school they hear, see, and learn things you think they're too young to see, hear, and learn.
2. it's a subconscious way of preparing them for learning: like a blank whiteboard, your kids go to school fresh and ready to have all the world's knowledge written on them.
3. it's a control thing: If you send them with perfect, white shirts, then it's easy to see what dirt they got into while out of your control.
4. You own stock in Clorox.
Personally, I like #2 the best. Can't wait to see how others interpret it.
as much as i'd like to analyze the shrink's obsession with uber-white clothes, i'll pass.
but i will say you should write about your seizure, recovery, and children's responses to it. that would be a rich vein of emotional experience to tap...that's not a weird thing to happen, it's just downright scary.
Chris - hysterical or downright pitiful!
Pete - You're good. I might have to consult. I should own stock in clorox. I like #2 the best, but I have been known to be a control freak.
Bookfraud - Good idea, I have thought about doing that, maybe to start a magazine article.
Age 60? Shit! I only have 6 months to go! Crap!
AW - You? No way. But.. if you need more time, I now pronounce you writer by 80! There's some decades for you although you'll probably be a pro much sooner than that.
I like number 2 best, too, but I think the reality is that people are judgmental, and you don't want to look like a big loser mother. That's why I make my kids wear tuxes and tails to school.
Maybe I'm bathroom obsessed, but I think it's really funny that someone you know found your business card on the floor of an unknown bathroom.
Not only do I think you're funny, but your MeMe rocks!
Robin, thanks! Now you're going to have me obsessing about buying tuxes to go with my bleach shirts. :-)
You knew when you were 5? You have me beat by a year. You should have seen the look on the other kids' faces when I announced, "I want to be a psychiatrist when I grow up."
Maybe that's why I wasn't terribly popular...
I didn't know I wanted to be a shrink till medical school. I wasn't very popular because of my revolting personality.
Doreen - very impressive - you equal the determination factor. And to know the word Psychiatrist at 6, that's profound... I don't think my kids could even pronounce it at that age. :-)
Robin - Wow! that was a late decision. What made you decide last minute? For me, medical school was never in the cards. I don't have the brains or stamina. And, as I tell the RN's at work, I don't do liquids. It doesn't seem like you can get through medical school without enduring body liquid material and I don't have that stomach.
It was the only rotation I liked in medical school! I didn't know I'd prefer people to keep their ichy fluids to themselves till I got there.
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