Just don't slip on the hover
maneuver. That could cost you years and millions in counseling.
I can hear the dialogue now....
Location: Shwanky psychiatrist's
office in North Austin. The year is 2010.
Scott: I was Ok with the dirt floor.
Sweeping made it better.
Shrink: Good Scott. You were
accepting your lack of control over your environment. That is a
Scott: I was even Ok with
bathing once a quarter so we could have water to drink. It was a
fair trade off.
Shrink: How did you feel
about your wife drinking the water you could be using to wash
Scott: So selfish of
I didn't mean that. It was all fine until the day.
Shrink: The day? What happened Scott?
uncontrollably) I,,,,,,I,,,,i can't talk about it. I almost can't
even remember what happened. It was all a blur. (more sobbing). I
can't go on.
Shrink: Scott you have been
coming to see me now for 6 years. It's time for you to go on.
Scott: Ok. The mystery meat
dinner smelled wrong but it looked so right. I knew I shouldn't have
eaten all of my serving and the other 6 portions.
Shrink: Go on.
Scott: I was hovering over
the open pit we called a bathroom. I was there for 3 hours, it
wasn't my fault.
Shrink: It's Ok Scott, you can trust
Scott: My foot, it was on
some loose sandy soil. It slipped.........(agonized crying now) I
fell naked... caboose-first into the pit and I couldn't reach
Scott?.......... Edna bring in the
smelling salts. He has passed out again.
Maybe you should start studying
under the resident squat master - the female in your house.