"Is there anything specific what want to discuss today, Beca?" her therapist asked.
"No, not really. Although I'm worried about my stalking tendencies" the brunette girl replied.
"What do you exactly mean with stalking tendencies? Could you explain that further?" her therapist asked while scribbling something on her piece of paper.
"Well, it's not really stalking. It's not like I literally observe someone by hanging around. It's just, I'm smart. And I'm easily bored. And when that happens, I just think about someone. And then I snoop around. Mostly online, their social media, anything really what I can find" the brunette said smugly.
"And then what? I mean what do you do with the information you find?" her therapist asked genuinely curious.
"Nothing really. It's just the hunt. When I found everything I want to know about them, it's no longer fun" Beca answered truthful.
"So, you not using any of their information or photos and use it to create an account on anything?" her therapist asked.
"Nope. Been there, done that" Beca said.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Well, when Tinder was new, I used my best friends picture to create an account to see what it was all about" she answered.
"So you used a photo of someone you know. What did your best friend said about that? Or didn't you tell her about it?"
"Oh, I did tell her. I just said, when you're walking in that specific city and people call you with a certain name, don't react" Beca said nonchalantly.
"Did she get mad about it?" her therapist asked surprised.
"Actually, not. She knows me. She didn't expect less of me. And honestly, we both fuck each over" Beca said coolly.
"So, did you looked me up?" her therapist asked now more serious.
"Well, maybe a little. Okay, I did. But I swear it was accidentally" Beca said a little hesitant.
"And did you find anything you didn't already knew?" her therapist asked.
"I do now know your birthday. But seriously, you should shield your profiles more. I mean consider your profession, and your clients. You certainly don't want your information used in the wrong way" the brunette said.
"I'm glad you said it. It really helps and I will look into it. I thought it was shielded enough" the therapist said.
"I always say, if I'm able to find stuff, so can someone else. And I didn't really looked hard" Beca stated smugly.
"I'm surprised you even found my accounts. I didn't even use my full name. As long as you promis you don't use my information, I don't see a problem. This things happen" her therapist said.
"I promise, I don't do anything with any information. Not yours and no one else's information", Beca said with rolling eyes.
"But we do need to discuss this tendency. You say you're worried about it. And I can see why. I haven't forgotten what you said about that obituary about your neighbor you posted when you were thirteen."
"I already told you she deserved it. And it was a one time thing. I never do the same things twice" Beca shrugged.
"You did tell me that. You're smart, you know that. Imagine using that same amount of effort for something you really like. Now you do these things because you're bored. I think it's useful to use it for something constructive" her therapist suggests.
"Like what?" Beca asked.
"I don't know. You surely have some sort of hobby besides internet stalking. Maybe you could use your skills for something creative. There's so much you can do or learn."
"I don't know what. I don't like writing or sports. I'm not the social type. I only know how to find information about anyone. I don't even need a name most of the time. I'm just really good about it" Beca said proudly.
"Isn't there anything else you enjoy? Anything you can think about what gives you any joy?" her therapist said.
"Well there is something. But it's stupid. My dad doesn't approve of it anyway" Beca said suddenly shy.
"Do you want to tell me what it is?"
"Music. I like to make music. Not singing or playing an instrument, but creating new bass lines" Beca said.
Her therapist couldn't help but notice the instant change in her client. The stalking tendencies did worried her a little if she was being honest but she knew her client good enough to know that she wouldn't abuse her knowledge. Hearing her client talk about music and seeing her enthusiasm made her smile.
"Given the time, when have to wrap up this session. I do have an assignment for you. Use your skills to use it for your interests in music. Learn everything you can the coming week and then we can look for something what you could do with it. It's okay your father doesn't understand or approves it, but it's about you. It's your life and your mental health. You're old enough to take control of your own life. And do what's best for yourself" her therapist said.
"Any last questions before you leave?"
"Yes. After all that I told you, do you think I'm a stalker?" Beca asked.
"No, you aren't. You do have stalking tendencies and skills, but you're not a stalker" the therapist concluded.
"Thanks" Beca said visibly relieved.
"I see you next week, same time".
"Bye, and don't forget to shield your accounts. I will be checking" the brunette said with a smile as she left the office.