and so it was

and so it was that we lost dramafeste for the third year running. and it isnt that medfac isnt deserving. i liked it because it was exactly the questions i had when therapy started in sec3. what if she's a smart bitch? what if she scolds me? god no! why should i tell her?! she's judging me now! i can see it in her eyes! dont judge me! she didnt, and we became friends [i think],which defeats the entire purpose, since doctors arent supposed to be friends [imagine a medfac friend checking your dick fifteen years down the road] especially therapists since they're supposed to be uninvolved objective strangers. i asked her once how she does it and she replied, with a twinkle in her eye [the bitch], "its a trade secret". and then i asked her how she handled everybody's stories and whether she finds herself caught up in our secret stories. calmly, she pointed towards the cabinet and said, "you see, i take notes and put everything in your files". and that is how she deals with stories. maybe that is why we've had to do filing since primary school. it actually IS a very important lifeskill

music in my head :: maybe tomorrow :: stereophonics