"Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me"

The last time I saw a therapist was about nine years ago. My live in girlfriend at the time was breaking up with me. She offered an ultimatum that could maybe salvage us being together. If I agreed to go see a free counselor at the college I was attending , she might not break up with me (might being the operative term). Although I honestly cannot remember one reason she gave as to why I "needed" to go see a therapist, I mostly just remember her in her own back handed way assigning all the blame with our relationship to me (and that kinda thing was so like Dana). Her logic said that something that was wrong between both of us could be fixed if only I worked on myself. She didn't feel the need to see a therapist- or at least she never got around to seeing one while we were togehter (Dana was such a hypocrite).


If you don't feel the need to see a therapist, then that just means that you probably don't really need to go see one. Just cause someone thinks that you need one, that just means that's their own damn opinion. "Crazy" means it makes sense only to you and to no one else. Besides, it's all relative anyways. Everyone has their own reasons for doing things. Just because someone can't understand why you do something, doesn't necessarily mean there could be absolutely no clear cut rationale to why you are doing these things.


"You call your parents on the phone too much- you need to see a therapist."


"You smoke too much grass- you need to see a therapist."


"You rage on me when I flirt with other guys in front of you and your friends at parties- you need a therapist."


"I'm not happy-you need to see a therapist."


Leave it up to a chick to go step out of bounds and tell you to do something that's really none of their business anyways. I think it's safe to say every woman Ive been in a serious relationship with was freaking crazy and had severe living problems. And did you ever hear me telling them that I think they needed to see a shrink??? NOOOOOOOO!!! I respected their right to themselves and kept my opinions to myself.

And anyways, the reasons they were dissatisfied with their life and jealous of me is because they had a hard time maintaining ; meaningful platonic friendships, fulfilling hobbies, self discipline or all the above; whereas these things come easy for me.

I'm not lazy. I'm actually good with saving and not blowing my money and in general I'm a relatively well adjusted dude. She on the other hand, practically blacks out playing pool that one time and finds herself spending the night at a strangers place, while I'm out of town. -Oh yeah, I'm the one who should go see a therapist. Or: She sleeps with some married guy when she was working at the bar and then has his wife call her because she wants Dana to testify against the guy so that she can get full custody of their son. Oh yeah sure, I'm the one who needs to see a therapist.