Maybe we could be friends. Maybe

Whenever I had any dealings with that former cashier at that grocery store, I would often feel debased and denigrated.  It was never good between us.  I had a talk with my psychiatrist today.  I told her about some of the grandiose Richy Vegas stuff.  I don't talk much about that stuff with her.  I still feel debased and denigrated from recent goings on.  That former cashier hasn't showed herself, but I somehow sense she's in the mix.  At least I'm not buzzing that one business where that young woman works; that young woman who I thought bore a family resemblance to that former cashier.  I take my medication every day.  I don't feel as if I need a hospitalization and/or change in medication.  I just told my doctor some of the themes of that Richy Vegas stuff and I concluded some regular sleep would help.  I've had issues with my apartment lately that I'm sorting out with the management, but that's taking a lot of time.

I would often have to deal with her boyfriends when she worked at that grocery store.  That sucked.  She seemed to have me as some kind of bad guy, and she seemed to let her boyfriends know all about that stuff.  That sucked.  The thought of actually trying to get something going with her makes my flesh crawl, pretty much.  Like I said, we could maybe be friends.  That's about it.  If she wants information on the legend of Richy Vegas, she's going to have to be nice enough to me for me to pass along that she's okay to my friends.  Mind you, my friends put up this front with me on that stuff, so for me to give the okay to tell her would really be saying something.  She'd have to show herself, and really try to refrain from pissing me off for an extended period of  time.  Like months.  I see no way she could pull that off if I actually tried to date her, but if she could be a friend to me, maybe.