Hey _____,
I meant to tell you.
Your patient (or patient's daughter?) chatted me up in your waiting room and I was horrified to realize we shared the same appreciation for the Disney Channel, ABC's Family Channel and Nickelodeon.
Scaryasfuck, huh?
She came through the door, grabbed the box of LEGOs and immediately dumped it on the floor and got down to business. She's a sweet child who kept apologizing for self-perceived (imaginary) faults, so I tried to bolster her ego, shocked that she would talk to the "scary looking man" sitting in your waiting room.
I was horrified that we were soon discussing the plotlines of some of these Nick and Disney shows, and I realized if someone were filming this, how thoroughly I would have appeared like a pedophile who had done his homework. Especially when she asked for my help with the LEGOS and I reluctantly complied lest she think another asshole was judging her (got the impression kids might have been mean to her).
I felt like saying to her mother when she came out from your consultation, "Hi. My name's Bill. I'm not a pedophile."
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You created a wonderful scene for my movie with this one. I was reading your post while a friend sat beside me watching a bloody, surrealistic horror movie. I was laughing and some poor chap was having his hand cut up with pruning shears.
Hehe glad I could help.
She was very sweet.
She said "I talk a lot. People call me a Chatty Cathy."
I told her I'm the same way.
I think I passed the LEGO test.
Because I figured out how to match the tile that made the wheel go on.
She was asking to see if rejection was everywhere, and I was terrified because I have that helplessness syndrome, and then I found the tile and we both were momentarily ecstatic.
WE would both probably have been purged in Stalinist Russia.
Neither of us would have had the concentration to keep our eyes focused on our microscopes as we developed a bacterium to be used in biological warfare.
And we had both arrived in a kind homeopath's office.
Luckily we sprung up in a kindler, gentler corner of history.
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