Post by Rated R on Jan 19, 2009 14:53:43 GMT -5
I hate shrinks. No, it’s more than that, I despise shrinks, with their degrees and belief that they know more than their patients.
Okay, so maybe they know more that some of their patients, but I’m not crazy, or stupid, or deluded. I may be a little bit psychopathic now and again, but I get paid for that, so it really can’t be considered a problem.
“So, sir, may we begin?”
I groan, loudly, to ensure that he hears it. I look straight at him and try to restrain from laughing. He’s got this massively long beard that looks like it could have an animal living in it (I hope it’s a spider, I love spiders) and these ridiculously over the top sunglasses (It’s indoors, what’s he hiding?) and a big cowboy hat.
Oh my god, the company shrink is ZZ Top.
“So when’s the new album out?”
“Pardon?”
I laugh – “Nothing”.
Oh god, ZZ Top rules.
“Sir?”
I groan again, but restrain from jumping across the room and ripping that beard right off his face.
“What was rule number one rule I said when I came in here?”
“No talking about your mother”.
“No, that was rule number two”.
He rubs his beard, and trust me, there’s a lot of it to rub.
“No talking about Wooden puppets”.
I shake my head. He’s right about it being a rule, but that was rule number three.
“Rule number one, don’t ever call me sir”.
“Sorry sir, now let’s talk about your family”.
I look around the room, praying that there’s something I can use to stitch this guy’s lips together. The walls are white, the ceilings white, hell; even the rug beneath my feet is white. It’s like a hospital in here, but without the hot nurses and crackpot patients. There are only two seats in here, as well as a wooden table. Of course, he has the posh one, while I’m stuck in this wooden monstrosity that’s going to wreck my back.
Various certificates or awards are spread across the walls, many of which could have been faked by a schoolchild. There’s only one window, but no view from where I’m sitting. Doctor Top (as I’ve taken to calling him) sits all high and mighty directly opposite me. How am I meant to take a man who doesn’t groom his beard seriously?
“Why am I even here?”
“You knocked out a lawyer and the board think you need to be psychologically analysed”.
"Whats he going to do? Sue me?"
"He is a lawyer".
Shrinks, they have no sense of humour.
“I do have a match to prepare for you know”.
“I understand that. Let’s talk about that then. What is your problem with... Yukio Blaze is it?”
I grin, not even the employees care about Blaze, and hell, why would they.
“I dislike what he stands for, it’s that simple. He’s a loser.”
What Yukio Blaze stands for is failure, that’s what I despite, that’s what I hate about him. I align myself with winners, the best of the best. Yukio’s tried, but he’s never proved himself as the top dog in this company.
“Maybe that’s not his fault, maybe he just hasn’t achieved everything he’s capable off yet.”
He’s not wrong. He’s not achieved everything he’s capable off. But he’s wrong about it not being his fault. Yukio doesn’t try hard enough to take what he wants. He worries too much about the circumstances, he plays it safe. He’s not willing to tear out somebody’s heart, to risk his own soul to win, no matter who he is facing, whether they deserve what they get or not.
“Thomas Fuller was wrong when he said ‘A great man will not trample upon a worm, nor sneak to an emperor’ because a great man will do anything to achieve what he sets out to do, no matter of who he hurts in the process.”
“Do you not think that that kind of mindset is dangerous to other individuals?”
“Maybe it is, but that doesn’t change the fact that if people get in the way, then they deserve to be pushed out of it one way or another”.
“Your lack of passion for your fellow human being disturbs me Mr. Demon, I’m not quite sure I can declare you mentally fit to compete”.
I stand up, sharply and without warning, and Psychiatrist Top recoils back into his seat involuntarily. I restrain my urges to grab him, to hurt him, but instead decide to let my words do what is needed.
“Think to yourself what you wanted from life, and think back to a single moment that you thought that you couldn’t do that. Now think about why your not doing it, why your stuck here speaking to professional wrestlers about their mental states. Do you blame yourself for that, or do you think ‘If I just did that, then I’d be living my dream right now’, because I won’t allow myself to get to that point. If I need to hurt people to ensure that, then who are you to tell me different”.
He looks down at his clipboard, a broken and solemn look on his face. I sense that maybe I’ve pushed him too far, but I’m past the point where I care anymore. The blood is pumping through my body; the adrenaline makes me feel like I could go for hours. I feel invincible.
“I’ll make the call. I look forward to seeing you wrestle”.
I walk out the door, wink at the secretary, and leave the building. My thoughts are purely on Yukio Blaze, on my match this week.
I don’t care what anybody thinks anymore, I’m going to hurt whomever I need to, I’m going to align myself with winners, with the best, and I am going to show an entirely new side of myself.
You think that you’ve seen all that I can do, you’ve seen nothing yet.
Okay, so maybe they know more that some of their patients, but I’m not crazy, or stupid, or deluded. I may be a little bit psychopathic now and again, but I get paid for that, so it really can’t be considered a problem.
“So, sir, may we begin?”
I groan, loudly, to ensure that he hears it. I look straight at him and try to restrain from laughing. He’s got this massively long beard that looks like it could have an animal living in it (I hope it’s a spider, I love spiders) and these ridiculously over the top sunglasses (It’s indoors, what’s he hiding?) and a big cowboy hat.
Oh my god, the company shrink is ZZ Top.
“So when’s the new album out?”
“Pardon?”
I laugh – “Nothing”.
Oh god, ZZ Top rules.
“Sir?”
I groan again, but restrain from jumping across the room and ripping that beard right off his face.
“What was rule number one rule I said when I came in here?”
“No talking about your mother”.
“No, that was rule number two”.
He rubs his beard, and trust me, there’s a lot of it to rub.
“No talking about Wooden puppets”.
I shake my head. He’s right about it being a rule, but that was rule number three.
“Rule number one, don’t ever call me sir”.
“Sorry sir, now let’s talk about your family”.
I look around the room, praying that there’s something I can use to stitch this guy’s lips together. The walls are white, the ceilings white, hell; even the rug beneath my feet is white. It’s like a hospital in here, but without the hot nurses and crackpot patients. There are only two seats in here, as well as a wooden table. Of course, he has the posh one, while I’m stuck in this wooden monstrosity that’s going to wreck my back.
Various certificates or awards are spread across the walls, many of which could have been faked by a schoolchild. There’s only one window, but no view from where I’m sitting. Doctor Top (as I’ve taken to calling him) sits all high and mighty directly opposite me. How am I meant to take a man who doesn’t groom his beard seriously?
“Why am I even here?”
“You knocked out a lawyer and the board think you need to be psychologically analysed”.
"Whats he going to do? Sue me?"
"He is a lawyer".
Shrinks, they have no sense of humour.
“I do have a match to prepare for you know”.
“I understand that. Let’s talk about that then. What is your problem with... Yukio Blaze is it?”
I grin, not even the employees care about Blaze, and hell, why would they.
“I dislike what he stands for, it’s that simple. He’s a loser.”
What Yukio Blaze stands for is failure, that’s what I despite, that’s what I hate about him. I align myself with winners, the best of the best. Yukio’s tried, but he’s never proved himself as the top dog in this company.
“Maybe that’s not his fault, maybe he just hasn’t achieved everything he’s capable off yet.”
He’s not wrong. He’s not achieved everything he’s capable off. But he’s wrong about it not being his fault. Yukio doesn’t try hard enough to take what he wants. He worries too much about the circumstances, he plays it safe. He’s not willing to tear out somebody’s heart, to risk his own soul to win, no matter who he is facing, whether they deserve what they get or not.
“Thomas Fuller was wrong when he said ‘A great man will not trample upon a worm, nor sneak to an emperor’ because a great man will do anything to achieve what he sets out to do, no matter of who he hurts in the process.”
“Do you not think that that kind of mindset is dangerous to other individuals?”
“Maybe it is, but that doesn’t change the fact that if people get in the way, then they deserve to be pushed out of it one way or another”.
“Your lack of passion for your fellow human being disturbs me Mr. Demon, I’m not quite sure I can declare you mentally fit to compete”.
I stand up, sharply and without warning, and Psychiatrist Top recoils back into his seat involuntarily. I restrain my urges to grab him, to hurt him, but instead decide to let my words do what is needed.
“Think to yourself what you wanted from life, and think back to a single moment that you thought that you couldn’t do that. Now think about why your not doing it, why your stuck here speaking to professional wrestlers about their mental states. Do you blame yourself for that, or do you think ‘If I just did that, then I’d be living my dream right now’, because I won’t allow myself to get to that point. If I need to hurt people to ensure that, then who are you to tell me different”.
He looks down at his clipboard, a broken and solemn look on his face. I sense that maybe I’ve pushed him too far, but I’m past the point where I care anymore. The blood is pumping through my body; the adrenaline makes me feel like I could go for hours. I feel invincible.
“I’ll make the call. I look forward to seeing you wrestle”.
I walk out the door, wink at the secretary, and leave the building. My thoughts are purely on Yukio Blaze, on my match this week.
I don’t care what anybody thinks anymore, I’m going to hurt whomever I need to, I’m going to align myself with winners, with the best, and I am going to show an entirely new side of myself.
You think that you’ve seen all that I can do, you’ve seen nothing yet.
