I really don't like admitting this, but...

[theladyrose]

I have a really sick obsession with cheesy cheerful Broadway musicals, i.e. the older ones (although parts of Wicked could fall under this category). Which is kind of strange, considering that I'm not especially fond of music with words in general. Come on, don't you know that you're *never* fully dressed without a smile? Or that the hills are *alive* with the sound of music? Or that falling out of love *can* be fun?

I probably need to see a psychiatrist after admitting that...

Comments

[lacesilkvinyl.livejournal.com]

I think everyone needs a good shrink. That's the big secret nobody wants to say. We could all benefit from an hour weekly/biweekly where we could just complain about our lives and try to resolve things. That way, we don't overdo it when we try to talk with our spouses/friends/relatives...

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Supposedly just about everyone in New York has a shrink just so that they don't all go on a citywide homicidal spree or something like that. And by law shrinks already have to go to other shrinks so that they don't transfer their own problems onto their clients. It's a complicated web.

[eyepiece-simile.livejournal.com]

In Buenos Aires, a HUGE amount of people go to shrinks (what they call phsyco-analysists). In fact, it's become so common, it's fashionable and it's frequent that people bring up their therapy sessions in everyday conversations (eg: "I agree, in fact, my phsyco-analysist said that..."). It's kind of werid, really. But, then again, I suppose it's healthy, especially for those living in such a crazy city as Buenos Aires.

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, interesting. I never realized that there were parts of the world where openly admitting that you see a psychologist was socially acceptable.

But instead of moving to Buenos Aires, you could always visit that lady on the third floor if you have any problems...

[eyepiece-simile.livejournal.com]

"High on a hill was a lonely goatherd..."
Come on, you know you love it!

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

I knew you were going to do that to me! Baaah!

[dfordoom.livejournal.com]

I am a not so closet optimist. Sometimes I almost disgust myself.

I probably need to see a psychiatrist after admitting that...

Definitely. If optimism is caught early enough it can be cured completely, and many former optimists go on to lead relatively normal lives. ;-)

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your optimistic diagnosis :P

[horosha.livejournal.com]

I have a really sick obsession with cheesy cheerful Broadway musicals

I finally gave into my addiction after first watching Top Hat years ago. Some things are just better not to fight. Why not see a psychologist instead? *cough* me *cough*. We can be not-so-closet optimists together and rent fun DVD's.

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Heh, for some reason this is reminding me of the "social disease" line from the Officer Kropsky (Krofsky?) number in West Side Story...

[horosha.livejournal.com]

My father is a bastard,
My ma's an S.O.B.
My grandpa's always plastered,
My grandma pushes tea.
My sister wears a mustache,
My brother wears a dress.
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess!

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

You have just made my day!