Shrinked, part 3: Civilization and its discontent

I guess the Washington Square Institute thought they were making up for my previous therapist when they assigned me a new one who looked like Jay Leno. I wasn’t a fan of the TV show but found it encouraging that my new shrink seemed more amused than concerned by my problems. Things went well enoughContinue reading “Shrinked, part 3: Civilization and its discontent”

Shrinked, part 2: Breaking up is hard to do

Not long after moving to Brooklyn I was introduced to two women at an art opening–a blonde and a brunette. They asked why I had come to New York. Embarrassed to say, “to be an artist,” I jokingly answered, “to be a poet.” The brunette pointed to the blonde: “She’s a poet!” “I’m sorry, I was kidding,” IContinue reading “Shrinked, part 2: Breaking up is hard to do”

Shrinked, part 1: Troubled in Texas

The first time I sought therapy was as a student in a small liberal arts college in Texas. I had high hopes the school counselor would be able to untangle my messy life (I had to, considering that I was majoring in Psychology). I told him the sordid story—I was dating my housemate’s ex-girlfriend, and sheContinue reading “Shrinked, part 1: Troubled in Texas”

A disturbing peek into my psyche

Here’s a sad story. When the weather allows, I like to take a break from work and visit the Strand’s kiosk in Central Park. While there, I methodically browse through all the books on sale, starting at one end and making my way to the other without skipping a single book. But this isn’t the sadContinue reading “A disturbing peek into my psyche”