In the Shrink’s Waiting Room
Missed Connections in Rhode Island
How weird is this?
We go to the same shrink, or at least to shrinks who share the same waiting room.
You’re about my age, maybe a few years younger.
I’ve wanted to stop and talk, but it’s against the Code Of The Waiting Room to even look directly at someone who’s there, let alone strike up a conversation.
Would it be creepy to meet someone who sees the same therapist?
I can’t decide.
Still, what the hell?
I’ll never know until we have a chance to get to know each other.
If the idea doesn’t freak you out, let’s give it a shot.
After all, we’re both working towards sanity.
One Year Ago: Missed Connection Portland, OR: When a Woman Asks Me Out
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
This is the first missed connections message I’ve found that takes place in the waiting room of a psychiatrist’s/psychologist’s office – hey, you never know where someone might catch your eye, right? Working towards sanity is good. Court appointed counseling for stalking/dui/anger management/exposing one’s self to minors or anyone who even vaguely resembles characters from In Treatment… is not very good at all. Poet, are you sure you don’t want to try the Whole Foods produce section instead?