after working out this morning, Brian and i parked the car by the SSvcA and he caught the bus downtown to go to work. i had about 20 minutes before the workshop i wanted to go to started, so i was able to kill some of that by checking e-mail. as it turns out, the workshop was canceled for today because they’re looking to hire a new facilitator.
i felt uncomfortable just hanging out there, but i made myself stay and actually write in my journal, which is one of the goals i had set in the Goal Setting group last week. to journal more, that is. that’s when i realized part of the reason i feel uncomfortable there: because many of the other members think that i work there. also, i felt that it was important for me to go to the Self-Esteem group later in the afternoon, which was another reason to stick around.
there’s other stuff bothering me, which i also journaled about and which brought me to tears. i almost started bawling, but i held it together, especially because lunch was about to be served. so i get in line and this guy asks me if i’m a new staff member. i couldn’t take it anymore, so i left.
i signed out and as soon as i walked out the door, i was bawling. i called Brian and he said maybe people think i work there because i dress nice, and that just makes me feel worse. why? because i feel like i don’t belong there, like i don’t deserve to be there. like i should be working. that my problems are so trivial compared to the other members’ problems. some of them don’t have homes of their own. some of them have to get clothes from the SSvcA. and me? oh, boo hoo–i didn’t get to have a wedding. boo hoo–because IOP screwed us, we may not have enough money now for me to sign up for my metalsmithing class this fall. and so forth.