Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I know this is going to shock the hell out of all of you, but I actually have a shrink that I see pretty regularly.
I am sure your delusion of my being the most perfect female on the planet is now shot to shit but you'll just have to get over it.
I will not tell you why I feel the need to piss away 200 bucks an hour but I will tell you that it has nothing to do with hating my mother, being unloved by my father, being bullied in the third grade by Fat Frieda or being diddled by Uncle Sleaze after Thanksgiving dinner.
However, the reason I am mentioning this is that my therapist called me a BITCH last week.
As in.."Wow, you can really be a bitch, can't you?"
HEY! Are these dudes supposed to make judgements like that? Of course I took it as a compliment but still....what if I never aspired to be a bitch. What if I always thought I was a sweet gal with impeccable non bitchy ways and this person that is in charge of my Psyche just insulted me?
At that point in the session, my mind began to wonder about what the fuck he meant by that? So being that we were on my 200 bucks, I asked...
"What the fuck do you mean by that?"
And he chuckled and said time was up.
It occurs to me that the SOB just goaded me into laying down another 200 bucks to find out why he thinks I am a bitch.
Brilliant move dude. I hope you're on commission.
Posted by Christine at 1:07 PM