Brent Runyon’s memoir helped me
remember how much I hate psychologists. I mean, could there be more annoying
people on Earth? In my case, I was forced to visit not one, but several
psychologists. I guess I am weird. Anyway, I can totally relate with the way
Brent feels the minute he sees Dr. Rubenstein walk through his door. Or should
i call her “Dr. Bitchenstein” (95) like Brent does? By what he tells, she
really is a bitch: “Most people who come to visit me lean forward in the chair,
but she leans away.” (49) God, I was really liking the characters in this book
but Bitchenstein had to come along and ruin my fairy tale. That witch!
It is funny that most (if not
all) of Brent’s thoughts while being with a pyschologist have ocurred to me
before. “I wish she’d just leave me the fuck alone.” (59) I said this to myself
infinite times while I looked at the Medellin’s amazing view through my
psychologist’s window. “Dr. Bitchenstein is here to ask me about everything
that’s ever happened and everything that ever will happen and to try to make me
feel worse even though its not really fucking posible to make me feel worse at
this point.” (95) I wouldn't be able to come up with a better way to explain how
going to a pyschologist feels. Thank you Brent, it’s nice to know I’m not the
only one with this kind of archenemies.
Vocabulary:
gurney- (noun) a metal stretcher with wheeled legs, used for transporting patients
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