You'd think it was a curse the way the words crept out of her mouth. Tap, tap, tap. Pen tapping almost like a metronome, tapping out the diagnoses that litter my ingrate mind. I'd be more thankful for the diagnoses but they're useless to me. Tap, tap, tap. Pen tapping like a pick, clearing the earth away from an idea buried deep in the soil of my over-diagnosed brain.
"Messiah complex." Tap, tap, tap. That's gotta be a joke. Unbalanced I'd agree to, we're all a little weird. There's nothing messiah like about me. "You'd wonder if people read their Bibles carefully." What's the point? As carefully as they're read they're just as easily re-written. He'd said those words and they struck me rather odd. The heaviness in them for such a seemingly light subject. I wonder if he's always so prolific. Staring at him I thought the world had gone topsy-turvy, maybe its always been and I'd never noticed.
Tap, tap, tap. "Here's a prescription for something to even your moods, you'll feel better." Tap, tap, tap. Session over, grandeur deluded.
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