Of course, Rob was brilliant, as were his friends Jonathan and Lisa, who helped him out by singing some of his songs. As was I for being in the audience. It is always a bit awkward for me to attend things like this because the show-business crowd is so self-involved and insecure that people from outside that realm do not quite show up on their radar, and I am not one to beat people over the head to get into a conversation about things that have nothing to do with me. Jonathan was an angel to recognize my quandary and initiate a discussion about Macromedia Flash, a complicated piece of animation software that we are both trying to teach ourselves. And, of course, hearing Rob sing was a rare delight that transcended any minor discomfiture I might have felt. I was unspeakably proud of him.

You see, I went to the therapist today, and she had me discuss my emotions. Ridiculous things, usually, but I am under doctor’s orders to accept and embrace mine. Nonsensical, but true. I suppose it really is for my own good, but I question the effectiveness of therapy for me when everyone around me is crazier than I am.