Fucking Mental Patients
I’ve had it with all these people who can’t do anything without their therapist telling them it’s O.K. Do you really need to pay money for someone to tell you how fucked up you are? Paying to see a therapist just confirms that you are, in fact, crazy. A therapist offers nothing more than words of encouragement. They are required to intently listen to you, don’t think they care. The amount of money it will cost you to sit in front of someone pretending to like you for an hour is ridiculous. Go to a strip club. Don’t these mental midgets have any friends? Why do they need to hire someone to act the part? Fuck… sit on a park bench or something. You’d be surprised how much wisdom a hobo can offer. Plus, they clearly are a lot worse off than you, which might make you feel better. If you are just looking for someone to listen to you rant and rave all day, go find a tree. It will certainly cost you a lot less money. Not to mention, you can go spend that money afterwords on a 5th of bourbon to forget the fact that you just gathered knowledge from a man covered in piss and spilled your guts to an oak tree.
