Concordia seeks help

[Yaoquizque]

The poor professor Shrink massaged his throat. That crazy man almost killed him!
He took some time to get his breath back.

Why the hell the sundays were always filled with rendez-vous taken by mentally instable people?
Was that some kind of joke god knows who was making to him? "On reflection, that could be another God's trick" He thought.

But what happened was simply insane...
A man, wearing what appeared to be a cardboard armor entered in his office and asked for help.
He started to psychoanalyse him and found out that man was very angry. Even before he claimed to be an Angry Marine.

Professor Shrink rolled his eyes when he reminded that detail. Who would be stupid enough to bear such a name anyway?
Oh and that was wonderful, he left without even paying him, claiming he would "Where is your god now?" him if he talked about this - whatever that meant.

He sighed and stood up to grab a glass of water. He needed one. He then turned at the wall where his beautiful psychoanalyst diploma was hanged.

He sighed, thinking of all those efforts, just to have his sundays ruined by nuts.
The fine professor Shrink then turned around and noticed a young girl entered in his office.

"Ahem... Good morning, miss"
"Hello, love" She smiled at him and waved. The girl then walked softly towards the sofa and lied down there.
"Uhhhh... Confortable..." She coiled up.

He studied her during a few seconds and sighed. "No way to avoid it" he guessed.
The brave professor Shrink took his loyal pen and his faithful notepad and sat on his chair near the sofa, preparing himself for another hour of madness.

"So... hmm... Miss... What is your name?"
"I'm Concordia, love!"

He noted on his notepad

Libido

"Well Concordia... I'm.. hmm...Mr. Shrink. Nice to meet you."
"Me too!"
"And how old are you?"
"And you?" She laughed
"Hmmm..." He looked at her "Say, Miss Concordia, is it? What is troubling you?"
"Me? Nothing, sweetheart"
"Do you... hmmm... Often refer to.... hmm... others individuals by using Love... or.. hmm.. Sweetheart?"
"All the time! Why?"

He underlined the last word he wrote

Libido

"I'm sure we will... hmm... Find out the underlying reason.. hmm.. together.... hmm.. Shall we?"
"Okay! What are you writing anyway?"
"This is.. hmm.. To draw up... hmm... A little summary of your.. hmm.. personnality."
She smiled and mimicked him "Hmmm okay... hmmm... love"

He allowed himself an humourless grin.
"That's.. hmm.. Interesting. Now tell me miss, why are you here?"
She thought for a while "I don't know! I thought it could be a good idea..."
"Very well... hmm.. So do tell me what happened to you lately"

The girl started to talk
"Well, i slept with this boy yesterday and i love him but he asked me to love only him and he said like many others before i'm not normal because i love everyone so i can't love anyone but it doesn't make any sense. Like it's not my fault if i like to meet new friends and love everyone i meet; It doesn't mean i don't love them, it's just i love them equally you see? But then my sister says i'm a whore because i love a lot of boys and they all say i'm weird but it's them who are weird, you see love [...]"

She kept talking like that for a while. The bored professor Shrink was thinking "How the hell do we turn off that thing?" He however nodded without conviction during the whole speach.

She finally stopped at some time to take a breather and he said
"Alright miss. That was a bit too much. Let's... hmm... start back from the beginning... hmm?"

He wrote on his notepad

untidy

"So you said you live with a man and he reproaches you to... hmm.. see others men. You... hmm.. Love him but he... hmm... doesn't understand you?"
"Yay!"
"And do you think you... hmm.. Understand him?"
She thought for a while "I think? He's keeping a lot of things inside his heart and i tell him he should share because it's better to do that than keeping things inside because... you see.. It hurts when it circles around inside and..."

He raised his hand to make her stop
"I.. hmm... Got it"

He wrote on his notepad again

Extrovert
Emotional unbalance -> Pleasure, joy
Curiosity
Lesser resistance

"So.. hmm... Miss... Do tell me what kind of relations you have with your parents"
"Well... Mom'... She's a witch.. Always annoying me and being mean. And she always asked me to do scary things... That's why i left the temple" The girl nodded "And.... Dad'... I don't know... I never met him"

He wrote once again on his notepad

Oedipus

"Oudipous? What is that?" He noticed she was lurking at his notepad and he raised it
"It's.. hmm.. A complex, miss"
She laughed "Weird name... But funny! What is a complex?"
"It's hmm... A desire or a compulsion... hmm.. Altering the subject psyche more or less... hmm.. Deeply"
The girl chuckled "I didn't understand a thing!"

He wrote on his notepad once again

Dumb

She smiled mischievously "I bet you use all those weird words just to create a fence protecting the knowledge you possess!"

He biffed the last word he wrote.

Dumb

"So you met that Oudipous? Is he cute?"

He wrote again on his notepad

Definitly dumb

"Of cource not, that was..." He shrugged. Better not enter in that kind of explanation.
"And you have a girl?"
"That's probably the... hmm.. case, miss. But we are not here to.. hmm.. talk about me"
The girl looked at him, smiling
"Oh come on! Tell me!" She winked "If you tell me, you will be able to ask me something, okay?"

Reluctantly, he started to talk about his wife and his two sons. It seems he opened pandora's box. The more questions he answered, the more she asked!
That reminded him of the myths of the succubus.

"Hmm.. I think you know... hmm.. Enough already about... hmm... me. Let's... hmm.. Come back to you."

He scratched his head "What do you plan to do regarding... hmm... What your... hmm.. Man asked you? Do you plan to... hmm.. Promise and see your... hmm... friends anyway?"
She looked a bit sad "What? That would be lying. I said i would try. But i doubt i will succeed. I can't help to love everyone!"

He nodded and said in a levelled voice "Are you aware that... hmm.. Desire to love any man you meet is... hmm.. An unconscious will to know the... hmm.. father you never knew?"

She thought a bit.
"Uhhhh... You mean i slept with my Dad'? Uhoh..."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Sundays were definitly the worst days of the week.

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