I was standing in the post office line at Cadman Plaza in Brooklyn and usually the wait time is about 45 minutes around lunch hour and so there was an older white man (There was a shorter line for handicapped and senior citizens that opened up, but the older white man chose to stand in the longer line because he said that's the only exercise he gets with his cane).. and an older black man talking about the music playing..."Is this Gladys Knight?" "No, no" the older black man interjected, "This is the Staples Singers...Yes, but they do sound a lot like Gladys"....Wow, that was beautiful...
My therapist is actually asking really interesting and challenging questions...I walk away thinking about stuff...Today he asked me about my haunted art project, AKA Modern Day Torture Chamber...I had done this for a show at school...Put ordinary household objects in picture frames that meant other things to me...After the project was done (I got an overwhelming response to this exhibit from my classmates), I felt those objects were haunting my apartment...He said I should try to collect stuff that will tell stories of healing...I'm not going to go overboard and start collecting crystals or anything...
Actually I started collecting classic boxing photos and posters...
He also made me realize that I'm a runner, I have been ever since I was 6 running away from home...Survival instincts, my therapist said...1978 was a different time period, the police brought me back home when I had no shoes or jacket in the evening, kicked out, my mom told them I ran away, and was covered with welts...Anyways, my therapist said that was extreme...I know in this day and age, social services would have taken me away from her...
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