Monster

(5)

I made an appointment with the good doctor, and some time later I found myself in his office, bursting with anticipation: what would this new psychological adventure yield?

The doctor turned out to be disappointing. He was a boring twit. I had no idea what to talk about but I filled the 50-minute-hour with personal trivia. At the end of the session the good doctor recommended a drug. The name of the drug escapes me now but I recognized it (from my psychology class) as an extremely powerful psychoactive drug, reserved for very disturbed patients. The alarm bells went off in my head at that point and I thanked the good doctor, noting that it was a comfort to realize that there was some sort of chemical help available for me, but that I was not quite ready yet to begin a drug regimen.

I left his office thinking that I might just have escaped a monster.