Me as a Psychologist

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Hattip to Instapundit.  The shock of recognition.  It is a very, very good thing that I am an attorney instead of a psychologist!

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  1. That is pretty close to the “therapy” with which (two times) I was cured by non-professional shrinks.
    These bits of wisdom served me well. I was whining about something to a friend. He turned to me and said, “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” And, years later another (younger associate) similarly responded to some useless whining. “Life is hard. Then, you die.” Words to live by.
    At least my unlicensed shrinks didn’t call me “Nancy.”

  2. Me being a lawyer: Answer to all questions: “It depends.”
    Confession story. A few years back I needed to Confess. It’s not like it used to be. On 1950’s Saturdays every Catholic kid in the Bronx went to Confession. Now, it’s one priest for one hour.
    Well, I get there and say some prayers, and see that an elderly lady is on deck. She goes in. I’m figuring, “what could an 88 year old woman have to Confess? This will be short.” My mistake: a half-hour later she emerges . . . I guess it’s less costly than seeing a shrink.

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