I'm saying this back here because I'm a chickenshit. Man, I behave like a spoiled baby! What part of me wanted to sick Molyneux and Ron on each other? What the hell was that?
As to the therapy session, I just blatted all my fears and worries and guilts all over the guy. I couldn't get 'em all in in one hour, actually. Basically that was just the poor sod's introduction to me.
I diagnosed myself as a narcissist. He said we'd talk about that next time.
I'm still not quite clear on how the payment for this works.
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