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© 2001 Keith Planit
E-Mail: WordAss@PlanitReality.com
A Psychologist and a patient named Jack sit facing one another. Jack is a bit of a dim bulb. The psychiatrist a very prim & proper type PSY: Okay, now, Jack, I want to try some word association. It’s a good way for me to get a better understanding of who you are. Jack: Okay. Psy: So, what I’ll do is say a word and what you do is say whatever word first pops into your head in response. Understand? Jack: Umm, yeah, yeah. Psy: Okay: Fish Jack (without a pause): Fish. Psy: No, Jack, say whatever word pops into your head after I say "fish." Jack: Right, right. Okay, okay. Psy: Fish? Jack: Fish. Psy: No, don’t simply repeat me, tell me the word that "fish" makes you think of. Here, let’s go another way instead of starting out small, we’ll go to the meatier stuff. All right…Mother?… Jack (thinks momentarily): Mother. Psy: (angry) Father. Jack (without pause): Father. Psy: Will you stop that! You are not supposed to repeat me. Tell me the first word that pops into your mind! "FATHER!!" Jack: Fish? Psy: No, you’re not guessing here! There’s no right answer. Jack: Oh, okay -- fish! Psy: No, now you’re just saying the first word I said to you!! What do you think of when I say, "father"?! Jack: (desperate) My father!! Psy: What about him?! Jack: He was married to my mother! Psy: Good! Good, so when I say, "father," you might respond with? Jack: ...mother. Psy: Great! Okay, so let’s continue!...Mother. Jack: Father! Psy: Good. Father. Jack: Mother. Psy: Okay, okay. Death. Jack: Father!...or fish. Psy: Interesting. Alone. Jack: Father. Psy: Hmm. Play. Jack: Fish. No, mother. Psy: Dark. Jack: Fish. Psy (frustrated again): Okay, Jack, you can say more than just "Mother," "Father," & "Fish." You can say whatever word pops into your mind. Jack: Whatever word. Psy: Right. Whatever it is you think of when I say a word, just say it. Jack: Okay. Psy: Car. Jack (without a pause): Car! Psy: (getting angry) Swing. Jack (without a pause): Swing! Psy: (angry now) Envelope. Jack (without a pause): Enn-vel-ope!! Psy: (just testing him now) Monkey. Jack: Monkey!! Psy: (testing him) Embrangle! Jack: Embrangle? Psy: Coacervation. Jack: Coacervation. Psy: Rodomontade. Jack: Rodomontade. Psy: Zygapophysis Jack: Hey! You can’t do that! You’re just trying to trip me up! Psy: Well, stop repeating me! Stop it! Just stop it!! Jack: No! Psy: Yes! Jack: I will not! Psy: You will so! Jack: NOT! Psy: So! (at some point the psychologist has thrown down his clipboard and both stand yelling at each other) Jack: NOT! Psy: So! Jack: Stop! Psy: Go! (they’ve now switched places, with Jack holding the clipboard) Jack: Difficult. Psy: Healer. Jack: Junction. Psy: Crossroads. Jack: Mm. Mother. Psy: Father. Jack: Father? Psy: (pause then cursing to self before)...Fish.
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