The sound of a voice hummed in the background, but my mind wandered elsewhere. Looking out a wood trimmed window, I stared at nothing in particular besides a blank blue canvas. The noise around me sounded jumbled like static until I heard my name and refocused on a man sitting back in his chair, legs crossed sipping off his tea. Distant humming became words again.
“You know, Sven, these sessions might be more useful if you listened,” he teased.
I laughed at his sarcasm and apologized, appreciating that he puts up with me spacing out for half of our sessions. Michael sighed and explained that empathy seemed to control my life. Empathy, usually a positive trait, did more harm than good to me. Standing up, Michael stepped over to his printer, …show more content…
I do just that and still am just met with, oh look, what do ya know! More disappointment…” I spat out bitterly and looked back out the window, feeling bad for my snarky comment the moment it left my lips.
He took another sip of his tea as he continued trying to persuade my opinion, only to have me retaliate with more comments to evolve the argument. I don’t know why I even argued but I don’t have a clue why I argue half the time anyways, especially with Michael. Before I knew it, the session ended and from it I gathered new thoughts, perspectives, and that packet with the cheesy graphic. Although, I have yet to read that packet I can Predict that it will say the same as Michael had told me that day. I sometimes fall into situations that remind me of what him and I had discussed together and it’s almost like hitting the refresh button on a page. Once again, I remember it’s ok to let a person go or tell them I can’t care for someone who doesn’t seem to care for me. Despite having seemed like I refused what he told me that day, I have today come to terms with what happened and I have made changes for the better, learned and will continue to learn from
“You know, Sven, these sessions might be more useful if you listened,” he teased.
I laughed at his sarcasm and apologized, appreciating that he puts up with me spacing out for half of our sessions. Michael sighed and explained that empathy seemed to control my life. Empathy, usually a positive trait, did more harm than good to me. Standing up, Michael stepped over to his printer, …show more content…
I do just that and still am just met with, oh look, what do ya know! More disappointment…” I spat out bitterly and looked back out the window, feeling bad for my snarky comment the moment it left my lips.
He took another sip of his tea as he continued trying to persuade my opinion, only to have me retaliate with more comments to evolve the argument. I don’t know why I even argued but I don’t have a clue why I argue half the time anyways, especially with Michael. Before I knew it, the session ended and from it I gathered new thoughts, perspectives, and that packet with the cheesy graphic. Although, I have yet to read that packet I can Predict that it will say the same as Michael had told me that day. I sometimes fall into situations that remind me of what him and I had discussed together and it’s almost like hitting the refresh button on a page. Once again, I remember it’s ok to let a person go or tell them I can’t care for someone who doesn’t seem to care for me. Despite having seemed like I refused what he told me that day, I have today come to terms with what happened and I have made changes for the better, learned and will continue to learn from