Jumping Out of a Perfectly Good Airplane

My guest tonight on SecondHand Radio is Matt from Child’s Play x2. He’s the one talking on the left there. That’s from BlogHer 2009 in Chicago. I believe he was saying something like, “What shocks me, I mean what TRULY shocks me, is that Karl is not sitting up here on this panel. Because really? He is the man we should all be looking up to for guidance.”

Then he coughed and laughed hysterically, as did the entire room of people. Or something like that.

Matt is the father of twins, which is certainly a commonality between us. Course, my twins are all grown up and out of college now. Matt still has a long way to go before he gets to that point, but still.

So join us tonight, will you? Lively conversation, laughs, and fun in the chatroom. There’s a call-in number that you’re all welcome to use to speak with Matt… (724) 444-7444, Call ID 23738. He says he’ll answer ANY questions. ANY.

I highly recommend that you go to my SecondHand Radio info page, register at Talkshoe.com and download the Talkshoe client (though not required, I think it’s a superior chatroom experience).

You’ll be there, right? And if you have trouble getting into the show for some reason, feel free to call in (using the phone number below) and you can listen on the phone that way. I can leave you on mute, if you prefer.

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http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/23738

Call-in Number: (724) 444-7444, Call ID 23738

2HRadio Info (including complete list of upcoming guests)

As for me, I had my Matrix Therapy appointment today. I’m too tired to discus it, honestly. Tired of discussing my crap at ALL. Certainly too exhausted to make a video blog.

But we did talk about my need vs. want to connect with the Sadness. She asked what I wanted. I said that was a loaded word when I didn’t know what I want. But I know I NEED to connect emotionally.

“So you want to connect emotionally?” she said.

“Let’s just say I want to want it.”

I also told her that a lot of people have offered their support, not to mention shoulders and ears for me to rely on. Said that I feel surrounded.

“You ARE surrounded,” she said with a smile.

“No, no, not a good kind of surrounded,” I clarified. “Like I’m a bank robber in mid-heist when the cops on the bullhorns are outside shouting, ‘COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! YOU’RE SURROUNDED!’”

“Well, that’s not really an efficient means of withdrawing money from a bank, anyway, robbing.”

“Um…what?”

“Have you ever gone skydiving?” she asked.

“Yes, actually. For a silly birthday dare.”

“How did you feel just before you jumped out of the plane?”

“Scared shitless. Terrified. Like I was going to vomit.”

She chuckled. “Me, too. How did you feel 5 seconds after you left the plane, strapped to the guy behind you?”

“Exhilarated.”

She just nodded.

“So you’re saying I’m about to jump out the airplane?”

“Seems terrifying now, but maybe not so bad once you jump.”

“That’s a good analogy. But really the issue here is, shouldn’t I be concerned that the woman I’m getting my life advice from decided to jump out of a perfectly good airplane?”

My assignments for this week are to work on my meds thing. Again. I’m supposed to recruit Mindy to get on my ass about it. Y’know, since she ASKED to be “let in” and I was dumb enough to tell the Matrix Therapist that information.

And I’m supposed to try and find my autobiography.

“No,” she said. “Don’t TRY to find it. FIND it. And bring it.”

“OK,” I conceded. “I’ll bring it.”

“And don’t read it before you get here.”

Oof. She knows me too well.

The bitch.