Only my therapist knows for sure and she's on vacation. Shit, with the number of people on the site with doctorates in psych or med science you'd think we'd be able to cure impotence medical problems like H1N1 and vaginal yeast.
Impish cubed. The only phrase I can remember with any regularity is "Please Jim, try to focus.". Right, what was I saying about Gatorade?
Like most psych illnesses it is over-diagnosed, as is depression, anxiety and off-topic posts (see jt's reviews). That said, it's about as embarrassing as drinking water in a desert, for me anyway. I love every minute of it. (Editor's caution: long sentence ahead!) No need to worry about getting bored (see jt's dating history) and it's more of a problem for you than me since you've just spent twenty minutes of your life explaining something that I neither care about nor will remember, all the time wondering how flies fly (say that six times fast), what to do with nuclear waste, how to combat global bullshit, err warming, why diapers are necessary, and so on and so forth, badda-bing badda-boom, etc.
Therapist: How's it going today (gives big smile).
Me: Shitty (gives big finger).
Therapist: What's the problem?
Me: This room. Has all the appeal of a men's room at the Cabaret.
Therapist: (gives big frown) *thinks where's he going now*
Me: (Gives big smile) *thinks absolutely nowhere. now I'm happy :)*
Therapist: What would you like to talk about today?
Me: Brake shoes on Volvo's *proceeds to talk about mowing lawns*
*one hour later. Hits every subject matter in the known and unknown universe*
Me: ...and that's why the SyFy channel sucks!
Therapist: Very well. Our time is up for now. See you next week!
Me: *already home*
Finally, the only item on here that I can be off-topic and still be on-topic...Yet another paradox blown to shit by yours truly!
