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I talked about my band demotion again at home last night. My wife said "That happened a gazillion years ago, why is it bothering you now?" It really isn't. It was just a nasty incident that helped fuel my insecurities. But that's why I'm in therapy now. I'm really not there because I'm TG! Like with Mariette, I was/am expected to turn it off like a light switch, and she's thinking therapy will get rid of my cd lifestyle. It's not going to happen. I don't want it to happen. I'm going to therapy for my other problems. I am Meredith. In fact, right now, as I'm typing this, I have on that cute checkerboard skirt I got from the resale shop the other day. However, a friend is coming by soon. He knows about my dressing, but, still, I know he doesn't want to see Meredith.
Okay, now some funny stories. There are actually advantages to being the geeky younger brother. "Prince Charles," as we called him (still do!), always had to put up this pseudo-sophisticated front. Since no matter what I did I was always criticized, I made some fun of it. I could play and talk about my "weird" music as much as I wanted, wear t-shirts with "weird" bands on them, etc. So there was some measure of freedom since because I was an idiot, I could be an open idiot. Hey, why not? I could say and do whatever I wanted because he wouldn't dare "correct" me in front of people since it would involve losing his cool.
I crank called him a few times. He lived on the second floor of the house. One day, putting on a "dignified" voice, I called him and said I was from the power company and if he was "Mr. So and So." "Ah, yes I am," he replied. "Are your light bulbs burning?," I asked. "Well, yes they are." "WELL YOU BETTER CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!!!!!" He could never find me for revenge!
It was easy to get him flustered. One time we were discussing superheroes. I came up with "Chair-Man." Getting all pissed off, he said "WHAT THE HELL IS CHAIR-MAN SUPPOSED TO DO?" My answer? "He turns himself into a chair. A criminal comes along to sit down. He moves, the criminal falls on the floor, he changes back into Chair-Man and captures the crook." I also had "Tornado-Man," who had tornadoes for arms and legs. I really never decided what he could do, though. Prince Charles looked at me like I was out of my fucking mind. I still laugh thinking about it.
