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" ONE NEVER KNOWS, NOT ONE"

This is my blog dedicated to posting one proverb weekly. No I'm not very religious. I just like writing
1 year ago. September 26, 2023 at 11:33 AM

I have no problem admitting I saw psychiatrist for brief period of time.

In the very beginning, I actually thought it was helping.

The second to the last time I saw this person, I was walking around her office, while she was taking notes and I was talking. And I actually saw her writing her grocery list. While I was talking. Now I know nothing about being a psychiatrist but I would imagine your grocery list would not be the note you would be jotting down at that point. It literally made me furious. I never said a word, didn't react. But I did say to her, are you writing a book about your patience and that's what the notes are you're taking. She said no, they're just notes I keep in your file.

 

Can't imagine why a grocery list would be in my file. So I was pretty sure I was never going back there. Till I had a notion to write her a little poem. On my very last visit. walked into her office sat down took my phone out hit send. I looked her dead in the eye and said Open your email I just sent you something. Within a minute she knew that I knew about her grocery list. This woman said nothing. No comment whatsoever. But I'll tell you, I know she was extremely embarrassed and probably felt like an idiot. I said nothing to her at all. I just got up went to the door looked back. I just smirked at her and off I went. I'll share with you the poem I sent her. You might like it.

 

The poem is titled,

 

"PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS"

 

You are so fucking wrong
As you sit in that chair

 

My mind a project
Not that you care

 

My thoughts your case
My memories you erase

 

Your pompous delivery
My outline to live

 

You are so fucking wrong
You have nothing to give

 

You take vigorous notes
Your shopping list, you compose

 

You don't even care
As I lay here alone

 

My pain is your job
Where you could care less

 

Tomorrow is coming
Nothing I can do

 

Your help is useless
But you already knew.

 

These are the last thoughts
I privilege you.

 

Your drugs can't help
We both know so true

 

Im not so depressed
No thanks to you.

 

 

Please don't misinterpret what I say, the psychiatry profession probably helps a lot of people. Just this woman I think didn't helped anyone. And that's just my opinion.

 

Now go out kids and have a freaky day. Get your freak on.

 

 

 

 

 


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