Herr Doktor has got a new couch. To be delivered in 4 to 6 weeks of course. But for himself to lie on.
If I talk to myself on the couch does that make me crazy? If I do it long enough do I get sane?
Herr Doktor: So, self, what made you wait so long to replace the old couch?
Self: It was still good!
HD: That’s ridiculous. It was threadbare and smelly.
Self: Don’t say that! I liked that couch. It went through a lot with me.
HD: A lot of you went through it. A lot of a lot of things went through it. It was old and smelly.
Self: Yeah! That’s right. I got laid on that couch, it has good proportions. I recovered from surgery on that couch, I watched hundreds of movies on that couch. I feel attached to it, leave me alone.
HD: Some magic will go out of your life when it goes?
Self: Fuck you. Why do you have to have some lesson for everything? Why do you have to take everything so seriously?
HD: This work is about you, not me.
Self: WHAT?!?
Herr Doktor and Self are bickering like an old married couple.
Did you really just reveal that you got laid on a couch that your patients use? Or did I read that incorrectly?
“The Odd Couple”
yep.
Sam, I could be wrong, but I believe Herr Doktor was talking about a couch in his home rather than in his office.
Just in case, though, I’ll make sure to sit on the floor in the future.
Home, not office. But you never know what’s happened on the floor.
Talking to oneself doesn’t make one crazy.
But talking about yourself in the third person just might…