Realistically, I will just play out a therapy session in my head. Assuming that a therapy session would correlate roughly to a 'tennis' type momentum of question and answer; problem and solution; explosive crying and hugging; explosive outbursts of anger and more hugging, I'm fairly certain I could get in a good 3 hours of therapy before bed. I'm charging myself of course. Whatever the going rate for therapy is.
If that doesn't work and I still come across as a mean-spirited asshole, I'll just stare at this picture of the blue alien from The Fifth Element until I'm cured. It could happen.
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