
So there are group sessions, which are pretty much meaningless, and there are one-on-one sessions, which are certainly meaningless.
We talk about my drinking and I always point out how I haven’t had a swallow in weeks, but apparently I have a drinking problem.
Yeah, like no fucking booze. Hello.
How often did I drink in the civilian world?
Almost daily. Six days a week, to be sure.
Is that normal?
It felt pretty damn normal to me. Notice all the people I haven’t killed.
But drinking every day, doesn’t that seem excessive?
Compared to what?
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And yet they got all these people eating psych drugs. It’s like if you were a lettuce farmer, growing your own lettuce out in the backyard, and somebody in a white coat comes along, carrying a regulated, more expensive head of lettuce, and tells you you got a lettuce problem so you need to eat his lettuce to cure it.
Dude, I went to business school. I can see this shit a mile away.
Also, apparently, I have a lot of anger.
Yer damn straight. I live in this world, don’t I?
I always thought psychology was a joke, but being in close contact with it really drives it home.