Entry #2
Nobody ever really asks what us psychiatrists do when we're not working. There's a good reason for that. That's why when they do ask, we don't answer. We don't need to answer. It's not our job to answer. Our job is to make them answer. Most of us use the old fashioned question and answer method. Sit them on the crazy seat and dig up their souls. Fine for them, but I prefer a more personal method.
I've been working on that Jarrett kid. He said he wanted control, so the first step we've taken is kicking the swim team. I think that's good for him, but I'm still working on him over this whole control issue. He needs to give more vent to his emotions. I try and give him some practice, too. Yesterday, I could tell he was mad, so I had him tell me to "F--- off," and "go to hell." It's been a while since anyone's said that to me. I think it was good for him, though.
Sometimes I think I get too caught up, though, in what's good for him and I forget about what's good for me. For crying out loud, here I am in a rundown garbage tube on Judson Avenue, trying to pay the bills by running some light psychiatry work. I can't remember the last time I just let loose and exploded at someone, or told them I loved them, or had anyone do either to me. Actually, it wouldn't be so bad if I couldn't remember. As it is, memories are all I have. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget Cindy…
But that's all behind me now. Now it's just me and my job. Me and Conrad. And I can't let Conrad down.
Nobody ever really asks what us psychiatrists do when we're not working. There's a good reason for that. That's why when they do ask, we don't answer. We don't need to answer. It's not our job to answer. Our job is to make them answer. Most of us use the old fashioned question and answer method. Sit them on the crazy seat and dig up their souls. Fine for them, but I prefer a more personal method.
I've been working on that Jarrett kid. He said he wanted control, so the first step we've taken is kicking the swim team. I think that's good for him, but I'm still working on him over this whole control issue. He needs to give more vent to his emotions. I try and give him some practice, too. Yesterday, I could tell he was mad, so I had him tell me to "F--- off," and "go to hell." It's been a while since anyone's said that to me. I think it was good for him, though.
Sometimes I think I get too caught up, though, in what's good for him and I forget about what's good for me. For crying out loud, here I am in a rundown garbage tube on Judson Avenue, trying to pay the bills by running some light psychiatry work. I can't remember the last time I just let loose and exploded at someone, or told them I loved them, or had anyone do either to me. Actually, it wouldn't be so bad if I couldn't remember. As it is, memories are all I have. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget Cindy…
But that's all behind me now. Now it's just me and my job. Me and Conrad. And I can't let Conrad down.