|Interior of the two euro bathroom|
Honestly, sitting and listening to testimony is interesting in a way, but it's also very much a mish-mash of stories that the witnesses recall from years ago, and it's not like TV where everything lies up neatly. I feel partly like a detective, but a detective who can't ask questions or do any experiments. And I think it's unlike seeing a televised trial where every thing they say seems important. I notice they ask a lot of the "how long did it take" question and it seems like an irrelevant question. I also can't tell if they are trying to trap witnesses in a lie by asking them how old they were if it contradicts something someone else said. Anyway, I am not supposed to talk about it, so I should stop this line of thought here.
In a way, it is a weird holiday not being at work. Though I do think that sitting and listening to sworn testimony isn't so different from the sort of calls I get at work, except at work, I'm able to affect change. Sometimes. I think sometimes all I do is just listen to people. That's why lately group therapy has been a bit frustrating because we've had too many people in there and it seems like a lot of continuous talkers. One of the issues shared by many of the new people is divorce. Oh and there is a new super pushy woman who seems to think that her way of living is wonderful and she has all the answers. I seriously think, if you really have all the answers, then why are you in group therapy? And if you have all the answers, why are you unhappy? Anyway, I have over the last month or two really thought of giving up group therapy for a few different reasons, but when I've been at the brink, I've been reminded by others in the group that I have a place there, that my opinions matter. Quite frankly, there aren't a lot of other places in my life where I feel like that.
It's funny, I don't really feel like blogging much about my trip to Paris but I'm enjoying sharing these random photos. This one was from a bathroom that advertised itself as the cleanest at Champs Elysees. I didn't do any real research on that, but I did appreciate the fake library wall paper and the little plant. Though I do think for two euros, I should be able to press a button and have someone wipe my butt for me, but I guess that's probably the five euro bathroom that features that.