Yesterday was a day of extreme productivity on my part. I began with settling some things with a class I've been needing to drop, then I took care of some financial aid duties, made a walk-in therapist appointment with their on-campus therapist to vent, and lastly took care of updating some accommodations.
I haven't seen my actual therapist for over a month, and since I was at the building already, I figured I could use an outlet to vent. I signed a quick confidentiality agreement, walked in, and talked to this flamboyant fellow with a doctorate.
I told him about my increasing frustration with humanity, and how I despise notable stupidity - mentioning my concern I might be borderline sociopath. Throughout the whole discussion, he kept asking me questions, trying to find if I was going to try to shoot up the school.
He asked me things like, "do you have any violent tendencies?", "do you feel you may act on your frustrations?" or "where do you think these frustrations may lead you to?" I had to keep repeating myself that I'm passive aggressive. I even had to be specific and tell him "It's not like I'm going to go all V-Tech or something".
All I said was that I'm irritable and he took it as a sign that I wanted to kill people. I should've just scared the shit out of him and said "Yes, I often fantasize about shooting a gun at a random person. I wonder if I'll ever have the guts to". He seems to think I need further analyzing. He can analyse these... 8===D
Hmm... analyze these? Sounds like a good name for the next sequel of "Analyze That".
