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Current Mood: aggravated at the shrink
Current Location: My therapist's office

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I do not have "self-esteem issues."

~~Idiot human.~~

They are always saying that. It's like their default diagnosis.

Exasperating. Show them something outside their realm of experience and they aren't even conscious enough of it to blink in surprise.

I take it you've run into your share of the morons?

That's because it's all about control and being inside the box. Even when they say otherwise.

Yes, in and out of the offices.

My sympathies, then.

I think my best-selling autobiography will include a thorough roasting of them all. Revenge is best when recorded for posterity.

What's your name then, my fellow sufferer?

Right back at you.

Well, dedicate a part to me and my trouble with them too?

*smiles* Jamie Brock. You?

*bows with a flourish* The entire chapter on the shrinks shall be prefaced with an ode to Jamie Brock. (I'd give you the whole book, but parts are already being parcelled out to others as we speak.)

Robbie Fellowes, love. I make ~~trouble~~ music. What do you do?

*chuckles* Sounds good, I look forward to reading it. (That's alright! One chapter is good enough for me)

I love ~~trouble~~ music. I take pictures.

You're very understanding.

What sort of pictures?

Better off to be plus we just met, it'd be awfully pretentious of me to want you to dedicate the whole book to me.

Any kinds, mostly nature. Sometimes portraits.

There's a problem with being pretentious?

Portraits, hmm...? I'll keep you in mind when I need pictures done of clients.

There is no problem to it but I'm just not very pretentious. Or at least I try not to be.

Clients? What do you do?

Personally I love being pretentious.

Produce music, right now. It's fun.

Poor thing. Why would one think that?

He seems to think my fascination with image betrays some sort of deep-seated insecurities about my self-image. *rolls eyes*

I think anyone who knows me can agree that while I do have my little dysfunctions, a small ego is not among them.

Someone told you you had self esteem issues? Laughs.

That's ridiculous.

I KNOW, RIGHT? *sighs*

At least there are lovely ladies such as yourself who know better. *bright smile*

Grins broadly.

Flattery'll get you just about everywhere, Rob. But now, tell me, who exactly said you had self-esteem issues?

There's no 'just about' to it, love.

My therapist/shrink/what-have-you. This month's, anyway.

Maybe I'm just difficult, then.

This month's, huh? Don't collect them, do you?

Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.

Go through them at a rapid rate, anyhow. I do collect speeding tickets.

Laughs. If I were a lesser woman, I'd be offended.

Really? Well, we all need our hobbies.

Of course we the Fae are interested in image. *shakes head* Just because they are not! Pay them no mind. They are jealous and always keep running to their holy scientific certainties in order to feel more safe.

I'd fire him, but the problem is this is the seventh therapist and my secretary promised dire retribution if I don't keep him for at least a month. *looks glum*

*horrified look* You....let your gatekeeper run any aspect of your life outside of answering your phone and making copies? What possible dire retribution could some human cow possibly give you? We do have Fae therapists you know!

*scratches head* She could quit. She's really quite a good secretary. And I've never met anyone who makes coffee quite the way she does.

...we do? *tries to envision; fails horribly*

Hmm.

Ruairi, it's as your mother always told me: if you don't have something nice to say, have the common courtesy to make your nasty things coherent. 'Hmmm' what, praytell?

*chuckles* Just wondering why, out of all the possible ailments he could have come up with, he chose that one.

Stupidity would be my guess.

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