And When They Say You’re Stupid…    

            My shrink, Brian Teaser, has problems.  Sometimes, when he’s ‘knitting up the raveled sleeve of care’ he falls asleep in his knitting.  He nods off, drops his net book, and I have to rewind my tales of tribulation.  Plus, he’s noticeably unsympathetic to things I care about.  But sometimes he really helps me.

            I’ve taken to watching and listening carefully during my sessions…found I can hear when he is using his keypad, and I can sneak a look over my shoulder—you know—sort of make sure he’s holding up OK.

            So I was telling him about how nothing seems to be going right.  Car repairs, cable costs going up, not being able to eat enough donuts to get full, and all that, life seems to be getting Elmer Fudd skwewey.

            “To win this battle,” Teaser proclaimed, “what you need is a hobby, or some kind of activity about which you are passionate, and in which you can lose yourself.”

            “Already did that, Doc!  Big campaign.  I even made a website, and I’ve applied for tax-exempt status.”

            “That’s excellent,” Teaser said.  “What exactly is your big campaign?”

            “Save The Butter Tubs!” I replied.  “Millions are just thrown away!  I’m working on a webinar.  The Austerity Federation gave me their Smart Soldiers of Conservation award.”

            “I have bad news, tree hugger” Teaser replied.  (You hate to hear THAT from a shrink.) “When stupid people tell you you’re smart, you haven’t won!”