It all started when I was five…
Wed May 31, 2006 17:42 (UTC -5)This post has been written in advance so I can relax while on vacation.
Some people I know talk about visiting their psychiatrist. It’s like, “Oh, I have to leave school early for a psychiatrist’s appointment,” or, “So, after running around town this weekend with my friends, I went to the psychiatrist…” or something of that nature. I mean, what’s up with that?
Okay, so I know of two people who go to see a shrink. Certainly they aren’t all the people I know, but it strikes me as odd that two seemingly normal people pay a lot of money lie on a couch and talk to some guy (or gal) about their problems and then get pills. Are they that messed up? I don’t think so. They seem like perfectly normal people. They’re just like you and me. Or are they?
Maybe it’s fashionable to have a shrink. Just like how it’s popular to have ADD (or to wear t-shirts that imply that you do). I don’t know what sort of image that would give to your friends, though, so I guess I’d have to say that people who see a psychiatrist do really have problems. But how serious must they be for you to say, “Mom or dad, I need to see a shrink,” and for your mom or dad to say, “Okay”?
I guess people would rather talk to a shrink than have to face their problems themselves. Maybe they go there to avoid their parents, who are probably the cause of a lot of their problems. And I guess it does feel good to know that there’s someone who will listen to your troubles and offer you advice (and drugs). Maybe I shouldn’t judge people who could use anything but judging. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.
You know what would be cool to have? A Dinosaur Comics book. There’s a new book out, entitled “The Best of Dinosaur Comics: 2003-2005 A.D.” It would be pretty cool to have, but I could always read the comics for free (and in color) on the web site. Maybe if I happen to find it in a bookstore and I happen to have enough money with me, I’ll buy it. That would be cool. (Also: You know when you’ve been reading Dinosaur Comics for too long when you misread a sign saying “WOOD FENCE” as “WOOO FENCE.”)
Florence Foster Jenkins was the William Hung of her day. I wish I could be famous for having no talent. Wait…
“The greatest danger could be your stupidity.” That’s one of many strange messages found at the Weird Fortune Cookie Collection.
Two years ago: “I don’t know, but give me a few minutes and I’ll come up with a conspiracy theory.”
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3 comments
#1 by Luke: Wed May 31, 2006 19:30 (UTC -5)
You saw that sign, too? Wow!
#2 by Brian Stanwyck: Fri Jun 02, 2006 15:59 (UTC -5)
Immediately after reading this post, I saw a sign for a furniture store while walking around Pompano. The “D” in the “WOOD” part of the sign had burned out, so it just said “WOO FURNITURE”. I nearly cried. WOO FURNITURE indeed, my friends.
#3 by Drew: Tue Aug 08, 2006 20:40 (UTC -5)
on the other hand, maybe your 2 friends seem perfectly normal because their treatment balances out any abnormalities which might have caused them to go see a shrink in the first place. I agree with the image seeing one might portray. The few times I’d been forced to see a psychiatrist I was dragged in kicking and screaming (figuratively). And all because I didn’t socialize with people or have many friends. Talk about society being overmedicalized.