"And how are things?"
I consider this. I consider this much longer than Doc would like. I consider this much longer than I would like. "Honestly? Things are... fine."
"Just fine?" he looks over his glasses at me.
I nod slowly, "Fine. If you consider that I'm living my life based on the feeble concept that tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow, I might think that I'm happy.
Tomorrow, I might not have a breakdown at work."
"That's positive thinking." He praises me.
"But then again, tomorrow I might decide that I've gained a little weight and start starving myself. Or I might decide that I'm tired of pleasing people and cut my wrists.
I might chase a high and take too many pills."
"You know what I think?"
"That I'm a time bomb waiting to take out everyone around me. Hazel Grace style?"
He ignores my comment, "I think that you are looking for something to be wrong with you. The people around you have convinced you that you need to be a little damaged or broken.
Something needs to be wrong with you. Otherwise, you don't fit in."
I watch him for a moment. It dawns on me that he looks like Dumbledore and Professor Xavier had a child together. Bald with half-moon glasses and soft blue eyes.
"I don't think I'm imagining it." That's all I can say.
Okay? That's it? I'm supposed to just accept that as an answer? What are we even paying this guy for? I slowly pull my bag closer to me, "May I leave now?"
He nods and leans back, "I will see you next week."