Soooo... I'm in Therapy...
Uh... I guess I'll start by saying, I'm Dave. I am being forced to deal with an incompetent quack therapist who claims I need an "outlet" for my "inner feelings", thus I'm writing this stupid online journal or whatever you choose to call it. The strategy for the survival of my sanity is that I shall comply with my superiors until they, they being my mom and dad, realize how completely pointless this whole "life assignment" thing is and that their shrink is nothing but a condescending college degree armed conman who points out people's petty problems for pennies. But until then this is my life right now so, lemonade.
According to the assignment I am now supposed to "express myself openly and honestly, without refrain." Well I guess I'll start by telling you how the appointment went. Ok, so I walked in and there's this Beluga whale sitting in this poor lazy boy, which in my opinion has been mercilessly abused for a considerable amount of time. Sigh... The chair abuse in this nation is just disgusting and i don't understand how no one is seeking justice this criminal act but one problem at a time, right? So he starts asking me questions about school and my family life, pretty much everything a serial killer would wanna know, and then he has me play this word game. The game is simple. He says a word and I quickly respond with the first word that comes to mind. Now I understood right away that the point of this game was to analyze my psychological state and for him to get a glimpse at what kind of subconscious thoughts i may have. Armed with this knowledge I thought it be funny to mess with him. So for nearly 15 mins, we went back and forth. He's saying the cheesiest crap he can come up with, I'm saying the creepiest crap I can come up with.m It was like two Sumo wrestlers who were equally matched, just seemingly hugging each other in the middle of the ring. Translation, it wasn't going anywhere.
I guess after a certain point, he either figured I was joking or stopped to compile a profile on me, expecting either a highly paid attorney or the FBI to come in and collect it in about 6 years. The attorney would probably need it as an asset to my insanity plea, but I don't know. Either way it goes, we'll cross that bridge when we get there. So anyways, after he gave me the card of a criminal psychologist along with advisory that I add an addition session with him a week, he told me to make a web journal which will enable me to express myself freely, how opening myself up to others will help blah blah blah whatever.
So yeah, I'm in therapy.
Click here to read the next post of Emo Dave:http://thewriter4hire.blogspot.com/2014/06/dave-i-hate-wallmart.html
Hey guys, I sincerely hope you enjoyed my Dave character trial. If you'd like to see more of Dave's online journal and see his story play out, please leave a comment, letting me know what you thought and what you'd enjoy to see from my budding blog. Thanks so much for reading and there's plenty more to come ;)
-Bri
According to the assignment I am now supposed to "express myself openly and honestly, without refrain." Well I guess I'll start by telling you how the appointment went. Ok, so I walked in and there's this Beluga whale sitting in this poor lazy boy, which in my opinion has been mercilessly abused for a considerable amount of time. Sigh... The chair abuse in this nation is just disgusting and i don't understand how no one is seeking justice this criminal act but one problem at a time, right? So he starts asking me questions about school and my family life, pretty much everything a serial killer would wanna know, and then he has me play this word game. The game is simple. He says a word and I quickly respond with the first word that comes to mind. Now I understood right away that the point of this game was to analyze my psychological state and for him to get a glimpse at what kind of subconscious thoughts i may have. Armed with this knowledge I thought it be funny to mess with him. So for nearly 15 mins, we went back and forth. He's saying the cheesiest crap he can come up with, I'm saying the creepiest crap I can come up with.m It was like two Sumo wrestlers who were equally matched, just seemingly hugging each other in the middle of the ring. Translation, it wasn't going anywhere.
I guess after a certain point, he either figured I was joking or stopped to compile a profile on me, expecting either a highly paid attorney or the FBI to come in and collect it in about 6 years. The attorney would probably need it as an asset to my insanity plea, but I don't know. Either way it goes, we'll cross that bridge when we get there. So anyways, after he gave me the card of a criminal psychologist along with advisory that I add an addition session with him a week, he told me to make a web journal which will enable me to express myself freely, how opening myself up to others will help blah blah blah whatever.
So yeah, I'm in therapy.
Click here to read the next post of Emo Dave:http://thewriter4hire.blogspot.com/2014/06/dave-i-hate-wallmart.html
Hey guys, I sincerely hope you enjoyed my Dave character trial. If you'd like to see more of Dave's online journal and see his story play out, please leave a comment, letting me know what you thought and what you'd enjoy to see from my budding blog. Thanks so much for reading and there's plenty more to come ;)
-Bri
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