At the Shrink’s Office #147

December 13, 2011

I can't help but feel that this couch informs our interactions... I think I'd prefer an Eames chair and ottoman.

Shrink: Asks after my wellbeing since last we met.

Me: A bland rejoinder followed by a similar query.

[Awkward Silence]

Shrink: Opening Probe.

Me: [Lengthy Pause]: Response that only somewhat answers, then meanders off.

Shrink: Notes that this gambit is in keeping.

Me: Petulant retort wherein I mention how much I pay him to ask me stupid questions.

[Awkward Silence]

Me: Observation that I don’t seem to be making any progress.

Shrink: Agrees.

[Awkward Silence]

Shrink: Seemingly innocuous question.

Me: Honest, uncalculated response.

Shrink: Follow-up query.

Me: Response, followed by tangential relating of childhood tendency to name my bowel movements and bid them adieu when I flushed.

[Awkward Silence]

Me: Continuance of relation, wherein I imagined that the flushed bowel movements were members of an extended family of bowel movements that lived in my stomach, each one following the one that went before, never to be seen again, brothers and aunts and uncles and sisters and grammas and grandpas all saying “I guess I better go see if I can’t find ___________.”

[Awkward Silence]

Shrink: Notes that our time has drawn to a close, schedules for next week.



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1 Puma December 15, 2011 at 10:16 am

I left a family tree the size of a sequoia behind the Circle K.


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