Me-and-U. 4. An occupational hazard…
I forgot to tell you, I am a psychologist, not the one who signs prescriptions left and right. That would be a psychiatrist. I listen to people every day, their stories, fears and troubles. It’s my job to listen and not interfere unless necessary…
Sometimes I feel like smacking my patient on the head because of how ridiculous he/she may sound… It is also my job to keep it together…
Turns out he is real.
We spoke on the phone. He talks a lot. He doesn’t stop for a second…
Come on dude! I am getting a headache here! Don’t you want to know about me, at least a little? …
Okay, keep going. I turn the volume down in my head.
I think, he is talking this much because he is afraid of silence… He is definitely overcompensating… He is shy.
I am no longer listening. It’s too much. I don’t even know what to say when he stops talking… Feels like there’s nothing to add…
Alright, that went well…
I have to give him a credit. He is sweet, definitely shy and insecure.
Well, no one is perfect…
Should we go on a date?
Just one problem. He lives a thousand miles away…
VGM
To be continued…
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