Thursday 27 September 2012

Colour, Clutter and Alternative Landscapes

Her office is full of colour and clutter. The walls are pastel pink, and the curtains emerald green. This is my third appointment, and I don't quite feel comfortable with either therapist or environment, but I'm okay.

   "So, what happened in that relationship, Janine?"

   When I tell her, she'll ask me how I feel about it, even if it is ridiculously obvious how I must "feel about it". She won't attempt to give me the elusive "answers", or any sort of advice. She wants me to give myself advice - unlock the answers for myself - hidden, as they are, somewhere within my own mind.

   I still don't really know whether this is a total waste of time, but I've been through the waiting lists for waiting lists, even to get to this point. It would be crazy to walk out now.

   "With Steve?" I know that's who she means. That's who we were just discussing, after all. I'm playing for time. I do that sometimes.

   "Yes."

   She isn't a natural blonde. She must be roughly ten years older than me, I would guess - about forty. Maybe a little older - hard to tell, in this light - and her make-up is immaculate, of course. She's glamorous - hate that word - something I've never been, and never will be. I don't usually wish that I was - only sometimes.

   Like with Steve. Maybe it would have helped with Steve.

   Yeah, right.

   "He went off with a forty-five year old blonde called Sammy." It's almost fun, doing it this way, making her work for the truth. Oh, didn't I mention that the forty-five year old blonde called Sammy was Samuel, not Samantha? Well, I guess you never asked...

   I'm gazing between two different landscapes. There are fields and sheep in the one in the oak frame. Next to it, is the window, revealing a view of wheelie bins and concrete. The one from our bedsit window - Steve's and mine - was more like the latter view. But you would need to add certain details - such as a few discarded lager cans, for a start - just to make the scene authentic.

   We might be back in my childhood soon. Since what happened with Steve, and all of the others, relates to that, anyway - and so, we are bound to end up there somehow. Back to my mum's three bedroom semi, with my brother and two sisters, and the cats.

   Like, I can't wait, right?

   I might go to Costa Coffee, after this appointment. I know it's going to finish in precisely five minutes, because I've noticed her glancing at the clock.