Mental Mondays Week 3

It's Monday again! Which can only mean it's time for this week's installment of Mental Monday. Last week I gave some nicknames to the ladies in my group but I missed a few. So here are the last of them...
*Hardcore Mother Issues
*Spare Tire
*Must Wear Name brands to Feel Important
*The Girl That I Don't Automatically Dislike

Now let's get something straight. I do not give these names out of malice. True I never plan on befriending any of them but that's because I'm a bit of a misanthrope and certainly don't need to have friends as nutty as me, thank you very much. Besides I cannot reveal their true names and stupid ones I make up are more fun than fake regular names.

Two weeks in a row 'Self Pity Angry Lesbian' told the story of her attempted suicide. This week she told another suicide story although this time not her own. She is, for lack of a better term, pure joy.

'Emo Girl' barely speaks but makes a lot of noise when she walks...strange.

I think 'Drugged Out Porn Blond' is a sweet, smart girl but definitely over medicated. The only way I would see more half-lidded eye action is if I were at a Taco Bell after a Phish concert. Get it??

'Quiet Girl' shall now be known as 'Pink Laces' for that is part of her obviously favourite footwear. (Which is also an awesome name for a band BTW)

'Butch Tammy Faye' must get new glasses. She reminds me of Woody Allen's less cool brother.

'Woman-Child Know It All' insists on removing her footwear every week. Just because you sit on a couch, that does not require that you bypass social convention and air your feet.

Poor 'Sad Mom' spent the first half hour of group looking at the ceiling trying not to cry.

What bugs me most is that we are all at different levels of self-awareness and knowledge. For instance, there are more than a few of the women that don't believe that emotions are natural. NOT NATURAL. The coordinator has tried to explain it. I've tossed in my two cents, repeatedly. But we still come up with nothing. That kind of nonsense way of thinking just does not compute.

All I can say is exasperation.

I say YES to 17 and counting.