Tales of a Shrink

Today was the day of my quarterly update. Those of you who read regularly, and who have not yet been lulled into sleep, will know that this is always stressful for me.

Today, when I was leaving, my accountant said, "You really don't like coming to see me, do you?" And I felt really bad. Because the truth is that I don't really like going to see him.

It has nothing to do with him. If we had met under different circumstances, we could have been friends. He is friendly and outgoing, and above all he's an excellent accountant. But I always worry that I have done something terribly wrong with my finances, and that I'll look like the complete idiot that I am. Or that he'll tell me that I've done something illegal, and that I should spend the day with my partner because I'll be going to Club Fed for the next 40 years.

So I feel guilty that I may be expressing my anxieties in a way that makes my long-suffering accountant feel like I don't like him. And I'm a neurotic mess, so this worries me to the point that it will probably keep me awake tonight.

I need a good headshrinking.

Postscript: I would provide a link to my accountant, but I don't think he actually has a web page. So instead, I will provide this link to an article about him and his business. His name, for the record, is Alan Semonian, and he is very good at what he does. Plus, he has always been very kind to me, even though I am a complete scatter-brained ditz. I highly recommend him.