>And Robert... he owns the "kinoplex", right?
And Robert... he owns the "kinoplex", right?
What is it like to visit a shrink? No meme please, just curious.
But Robert was the original owner of the Kinoplex generations ago. There's no way he'd still be alive all these years later.
it's like having a conversation where you do most of the talking
i went to one as a kid after i had some trouble drinking. He was a pretty nice guy and helped me some.
I went to several others later in life when I had some anger issues. They were charlatans who probed me for compromising information to emotionally and financially blackmail me and others.
They pretend to listen to listen to you for an hour and they "write down important things". Then you fuck off after an hour or so and you're supposed to feel better. It's absolutely useless, a money making facade so these people aren't unemployed. Go outside, work, physically improve yourself if you feel like shit. A much cheaper and better solution to whatever issues you might have.
its free crab legs day today, user
Meh, went through three because it's "free" in my country at the behest of my parents.
The first recommended we buy me a bunny so I'd get less panicky at night so that wasn't too bad. Maybe I was molested when I was younger apparently for me to have trouble breathing when it got dark at night.
Then I saw a few others when I was older, (16-17) and I knew we wouldn't get anywhere because the outward appearance I give to the shrinks is different from how I display myself to my parents or at school. Anyways one of them had me go to the hospital to get diagnosed for autism, but the hospital then said I didn't have the autism, so I couldn't take the shrink seriously after that point. I think that last guy was a psychotherapist, not a psychologist, whatever that means.
>The first recommended we buy me a bunny so I'd get less panicky at night so that wasn't too bad.
i love you user
It's nice, like having a friend and someone who really cares about you.
Yes it was nice, so I'd have something in my room and wouldn't need to keep the lights on, I gyess like a friendly presence.
We went to buy it directly after the session.
>Robert... you came back after all this time...
>for you, user, always
No Robert just works there I've already told you this twice, retard
>Ahh and this friend of yours "Stannis"? You say that he was killed?
>That's right b-but he's gonna come back
>I see... do you often have trouble distinguishing delusions from reality user?
RRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>I'm sorry to differ with you sir, but you are the kinoplex owner. You've always been the owner. I should know sir. I've always been here.
>like having a friend and someone who really cares about you.
Oh you poor naiive child
but doesn't it feel like they only care because you pay them thousands a hour?
Hey mother fucker watch your fucking mouth... You piece of shit Stan is alive and well.
I paid her 20 euros for 1.5 hours.
Sure, she only cared because I paid her but still it felt nice.
Helped me too but I can't afford it anymore so I left.
I miss her.
Your psychologist would say
"Go on then. Do your duty."
was she hot?
No, but I felt comfortable with her to talk about everything. Made me feel normal.
Robert, you're not real