I've been shrink free for some time. I perennially entertain myself with visions of joining the Peace Corps and I've heard that they aren't too keen on third-party help for introspection and self-discovery. Therefore, I've been deliberately avoiding the psofa (I forget that the world is simply and totally understandable and that it is only me who is lost and questions too much). Eh, but I hate the buy-your-friends aspect of the psofa. Largely, that's what it is: you get sick of burdening your friends/family with your freakyhood so you just go out and get yourself a mental hooker. Then, when you're on the psofa, it's hard not to get into the mind of the person taking notes on you and realize that he is really thinking about what's for dinner or how great the sex was the night before and that he really doesn't give a rat's ass about your one-or-two-or-three commonplace psychological deficiencies that, other than names, were exactly like the deficiencies of the dude who had his ass on the psofa just an hour before you. Or, if you're not thinking that, you might at least think quid custodiet ipsos custodes? (who will keep the keepers themselves?). Maybe it's a little out of context, but you might think it. Anyway, someday, I'm going to turn the whole thing around. I'm going to go sit on the psofa and not say anything for the entire hour -- not a damn thing. Think of it as a cerebral staring contest between the shrink and shrinkee.

Note: I don't really see a shrink, but if I ever become an actor, that's the first thing I'm going to do on TV.

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.