“Why do I always seem to get involved with the wrong types of guys?” Lizzie asked, bending over slightly, her head resting on her palms, her eyes moist with tears.
“The Law of Magnetic Attraction,” Dr. Singer responded, “states that we are like magnets. We attract into our lives everything that corresponds with our dominant thoughts and emotions.”
Lizzie looked up at her therapist. “So you’re saying it’s my fault that every man I fall for turns out to be a piece of shit?”
“I’m not assigning blame, Lizzie. I’m just pointing out, to put it more colloquially, you are what you eat.”
“Right. And I eat shit, huh?”
Dr. Singer took off her glasses and leaned in toward Lizzie. “What we think about most of the time, how we think about things, and the emotions we experience determine the people that we tend to attract into our lives.”
“Oh jeez,” exclaimed Lizzie. “What are you going to tell me next? That I think, therefore I am?”
“No,” Dr. Singer said. “I’m going to remind you that the people in our lives are reflections of your attitude and emotions. They are mirrors of your inner world and of your psychological posture. Look in the mirror, Lizzie. Reflect on who you are. If you’re unhappy with the kinds of people you attract, you need to change how you think, feel, and act so that you can attract different kinds of people.”
“And how, exactly, am I supposed to do that?” Lizzie asked.
Dr. Singer stood up. “Our hour is over, Lizzie. I’ll see you again next week.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “magnetic.”