Dr. David

I think the APA needs to give me an honorary cerfitication for counseling psychology. Lord knows I spend most of my time in that position. It's not that I'm complaining, just reflecting on the sheer number of times in the course of a week or a month that I give advice to people about their relationships or their lives. This is made worse by the fact that today here, tomorrow in the states, it's VD. Valentine's Day. So happy VD, folks. Enjoy it while it lasts.

But what gets me is how often the things I talk to people about are always the same. Such and such boy doesn't like me, or such and such girl is being a bitch, or something something something why am I single (influenced by VD of course) and it's not like it's hard to pop their little mental blister it's just that someone else always has to do it, and it's gotta be done right.

People can talk themselves down, they just don't. We all know these things, everyone already knows what I tell them, if they thought about it it would come to them, but, no. I mean, Psychology, seriously, is the study of everything you already knew but didn't have a name for. I spent four (technically 5) years in college learning the names of things I already knew. Well shit that doesn't make me any more qualified. That just means I can SOUND qualified cause I don't have to circumlocute concepts. But no one ever gives me credit for my degree anyway, cause I'm David. I mean, duh. Asses.

But at the same time I'm not given credit for knowing what I'm talking about, fucking everyone wants me to tell whem what to do. And what do I hear?
"yea, you know, you're totally right"
"thanks so much, really...I feel a lot better"
"I love you."

I love the incongruencies in life.

But don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love the capacity in which I can help people. I make a difference to people when they need it, and I'm still free to be me and not a shrink. It's all in friendship. And that's a beautiful thing. I just want my license. So, APA, if you please.