Dr Naegenhoephner

Therapy, what good has come of it? Memory regression, hypnosis, and ink blots, nothing more than psycho drivel for, " a big waste of time". I’ve come to loath these morning meetings with this “man”. How I’ve come to despise him. The lines in his face have grown over the years, and even he has become suspicious of this science. After all, he’s certainly aware it has done nothing for me!

How dare he crawl up into the heads of these poor souls and practice his ambiguous science? I can not recall the last time he spoke, and if he did I failed to notice. What thoughts are dancing in his head? What a despicable failure he has become. I can barely bring myself to look at him anymore, and yet these “meetings” continue. They must, after all, how could I look myself in the mirror unless I came to this room. I couldn’t, and he knows it. So this charade continues.

Time is always of the essence, because of the voice, the voice from the other room. The soft, slightly condesending voice, shall call out. How I’ve come to
relish and loath this voice. This voice, always calling for time. Time, the one thing that could stop the pain. The voice will call and he’ll snug his tie, as he does, and say, “It’s time to go”. Yes, time to go, time for another face. I’ll turn to leave, and his face will disappear. And yet I know what he does when I leave this room, I do not need to see him.

I’ll walk through the door and I’ll see her, the woman behind the voice. She knows him all too well. Ahh, but he has never dared to dance in her head. She
knows how he likes his coffee, and occasionally she’ll adjust his tie. But mostly she just reminds him of the time. So she’ll call out the time and I’ll leave. I’ll leave this room where I gather my thoughts. Where I meet this man. She’ll smile over the top of her morning coffee. I’ll smile back, as I walk across the small room where she sits, and make my way to the door.

And, as I open the door to leave, she’ll say: " See ya soon?"

And I’ll reply: “Yes dear, and by the way, I just ran out of shaving cream. Will you be sure to add it to the grocery list?” JM

Dr Naegenhoephner

John Manson

Bowling Green, United States

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