Disappointing Results

I know my meeting was a week ago and I haven't undated, but I've been a little depressed. I missed my chip once again. No, I didn't eat anyone, but I came close. You remember, that incident with the bully. Had I not been distracted with the screaming and the bludgeoning, I totally would have. So its with that myself and my therapist decided that I should try again and hopefully by the end of March, I'll have a chip under my belt. The meeting was an interesting one. As you know I go because I'm trying to better myself and not eat children. Well we're not all child eaters and we've all got our own problems and hang ups. This week our therapist decided to get to the direct root of Bob's problem. Bob is a Troll, Bob is not his real name but for the sake of anonymity I'm calling him Bob. Anyway, Bob's problem is that he's a bit of a racist when comes to Elves. Now to be honest, I'm not a big fan of them myself. I don't hate them, I just don't go out of my way to hang out with them. They generally fall into two categories, old school and modern. The old school Elves are you typical Mother Earth creatures that hang out in the woods all day playing their flutes dressed in a tunic and tights, think renaissance festival extra with pointed ears. The other type, the more modern ones, well they are fully responsible for the hipster movement. You know, those guys were everything is boring and irrelevant but at the same time trendy but they won't admit it. They pay top dollar for clothes that look like they're second hand thrift store duds. You can almost see that at one time they might have been like their cousins but the tree hugger in them got mixed with to much douchiness. So our therapist brings an Elf in so Bob can face the cause of his hatred. I don't mean the actually cause, I don't think Bob even knew this particular one for that matter, I meant Elves as a whole. Now this elf was the first kind I talked about, a real hippy. You could smell the overwhelming stench of patchouli on him, of course it did little to cover the smell of his weed that you knew he had been smoking before he got here. Even with out his funk, you could tell by the Cheetos stains on his shirt that he was a frequent user. From the on set of the meeting Bob was very tense and withdrawn. Our therapist had him sit next to the elf and tell us all how it made him feel. Bob started going on and on about how they're not to be trusted, what with their slanty almond shaped eye balls and they're pointed ears. I started to feel really bad guy, the Elf not Bob. Bob is a flat out racist and its a shame. I like Bob for the most part, but he needs help. Well I'm not going to bore you with all the details, but by the end of the meeting Bob was crying and hugging this poor guy going on and on about how wrong he was and that he plans on making reparations for the eons of repression that his people had put his people. It was a pretty interesting meeting all the way around. Next week we're gonna work with the Gargoyle who doesn't like pretending to be a statue, he wants to be a florist.

On a brighter side, no more bulling problems for the kid, in fact, he's been coming home really happy as of late. He's been coming in the room, throwing on the music box and playing some good tunes. The last couple of days were a little strange though, he's been playing my favorite music and leaving the room. Just turning it on and then leaving. Almost like he's playing specifically for me. I know, weird right? I've been noticing little things like that lately. There's been bags of chips opened but not one chip is missing from it, just left on the floor at the edge of the bed. He sometimes talks out loud to himself almost like he's expecting someone to talk back. I'm gonna have to keep an eye on this situation and get back with you all. Well, good night everyone, I hope to have good news after my next meeting!!