Hi, my name is Cassie. You the new therapist?
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Well that is good. Therapists come and go, though. So I won’t stick to the script.
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Yeah, I guess I can tell you about myself. I would usually start off by telling you that I am older than I seem, younger than I feel, and just about sick of the world I live in, but I know already that you wouldn’t care in the least. And that doesn’t bother me.
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Why? I don’t know. It just doesn’t bother me. I know the way things are. And how they will be. And how they have been.
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Do I think I am crazy? You should know the answer to that without me having to answer. I am absolutely crazy. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here, right? There is not a definition of crazy that is large enough to contain my own special kind of the stuff. But it is not like I stand in corners asking the walls if they have seen my shoes or anything. I am not bag-lady crazy.
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Pessimistic? It is not my fault I can see the world for what it is. I call that being a realist. I can be positive. I like your shirt by the way. See?
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Reminds me of a circus event. Elephants and lions and acrobats. Just crap flying everywhere.
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Do I like circuses? Who doesn’t?
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Well I am sorry for you. Scared of the clowns?
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By the way, you should call home. Your son is choking on a carrot and your wife is downstairs vacuuming. She can’t hear him. If you call now you can save him.
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Yeah. I told you I was crazy. Of course you think I am kidding. That is what has made me crazy. “Sadness unto all those with deaf ears and blind eyes, for those that see and hear mourn you all and themselves as well, for you pay them no mind.”
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Something I heard somewhere. I am not sure from where. But in my case it fits the bill. Your wife is about to call you hysterically. Your son has passed on. But don’t worry. You will get up, turn around, and forget everything that I said.
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Oh yeah, go ahead, answer it. No… no… I don’t mind the interruption.
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Yeah you can come back and see me. It sounds like an emergency.
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Ok. See you later.
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Well, well, just me and the walls. Again.
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Have any of you seen my shoes?
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Shit.