Starting Over With the End In Sight

after leaving the shrink in question, s/he pondered while walking down the street outside her/his office, wondering just what the next one would look like, wondering just how long it would take before s/he’d be rid of the next one & why did it always go this way to begin with? just how ****ed up was s/he really, or was it a case of always needing someone to rant with, to cry with, to whine with & to pay for advice--- s/he’d heard that others actually “got better” & would end up leaving their shrinks on good terms, but alas, this was not the routine for him/her & so, when s/he got home, s/he began the search again, going online to read up on those whom s/he hadn’t used up yet, knowing that before too long s/he’d have a new appointment, so that s/he could waltz in, sit down in whatever pseudo-comfortable furniture this one had & begin the recap all over again.