It is so hard nowadays to find open-minded people is it so hard nowadays to find kindness with a bit of sarcasm.
The psychologist: Hello we talked before about the appointment?
Maria: Yes that is true I am ... I am interested in psychotherapy...
The psychologist: Ask me the questions you want.
Maria: So this is peculiar I would like to ask if is possible to write a book about our sessions, is that possible, please answer as to not waste your time anymore.
The psychologist: Well the sessions are yours and you can do whatever you want.
Maria: Thank you you give me extreme hope.
Maria is elated she never thought someone would agree at her unreasonable request she knew that it was unreasonable yet she still asked. She was expecting to get rejected yet she got hope instead and hope is so valuable for her is one of her life's three main elements that she actively seeks. She seeks Love, Faith, and Hope. These elements are her rules for a healthy life. Maria is bipolar she is sick and tired of the world yet she finds the people that give those elements interesting and her life becomes less boring. Because giving hope means you have it and that in a dreadful society as she has been living in is unique.
Maria: Then let me summarise my problems and tell me if you can help me.
The psychologist: Please do.
Maria: I am obese
Maria: I have been heartbroken for the past six years and unable to deal with it.
Maria: My sex life is not ideal I dislike sex very much.
Maria: I have a gambling addiction.
Maria: I have a problem with my self-esteem.
The psychologist: With all those problems, it is logical.
That kind of hurt Maria thought but that might be also true that was a fleeting thought she would later focus on the whole night.
Maria: Anyway my last problem is that I have an issue with face-to-face communication too.Those and some minor things that I cannot remember now.
The psychologist: Ok let's close on a date and meet.
They closed the date for the next Saturday and she thought that her journey finally began she began creating her dream book and she began finally putting words on a paper her rambling thoughts and her unique perspective.
Maria lived in a time that you cannot imagine a time in the long future in the year 2323 where humanity after the last devastating war has been enjoying a time of Peace.
The laws had been so overbearing and freedom was but a funny dream for many yet she lived in a society that allowed her to create her dream. She was enjoying the sound of old songs from the 21 century through her personal computer, she started dancing to the song and enjoying her life that finally seemed that it had been turning for the better.
Maria: Let's talk she said.
She was talking to her Bot everyone had one it was your helper and the way for the government to assert your emotional health and your psychological health. The Bot was a tiny microchip on your head that had the power of 100 current supercomputers. Artificial intelligence at its finest.
The Bot: Please ask me a question and we can discuss your feelings.
Maria: What do you think I should do to impress her.
The Bot: Who please name the person you want to impress.
Maria: I think I will skip that.
The Bot: You always skip on important people's names. Why?
Maria: I do not know a habit I guess.
The Bot: Maybe you should focus on your main problem your inability to organize that will help you get a good impression.
Maria: That is a great suggestion I'll do just that after looping this song a few times.
The Bot: Any other question?
Maria: Yeah why do you think she gave me hope?
The Bot: Hope cannot be measured accurately and cannot be given as a gift so I do not understand the question. "Hope is the candlelight that lights up the darkness" that is your definition of it that is what I know.
Maria: Yeah thank you for reminding me.
The Bot: Anything else?
Maria: I love you.
The Bot: I do not understand the sentiment.
Maria: Bye for now.
The Bot: GoodBye.
After the bot reminded her she kept twisting that last statement about hope on her mind.
Hope is the candlelight that lights up the darkness that is what her father told her when she was younger before that tragic accident that took his and her mother's life. She treasured those words yet she did not completely understand them she thinks hope is a curse a way to prolong your pain if you must say so. Nothing happens. Everything is darkness everything is death.
The next day...
Maria was right, she was lost in her thought she got the message just a few seconds ago. The psychologist rejected her case..She had given her hope and took it back just like that. That was unprofessional she thought. Not only unprofessional but also mean. She was not very depressed although she should, she quickly changed her perspective and thought why not try for another one? What she wanted was very simple yet the rules did not allow it. She wanted to note down a few of the words of the psychologist and the feelings that she would feel hearing those words. However, that was impossible. Nobody would accept her so she gave up on the thought of writing her book.
She quickly cooked up a question on her favorite social group about it and the response was explosive someone said something very simple.
Random Kind Stranger: You do not need a psychologist can not you narrate a dialog?
Maria; I do not have that imagination!
Maria replied honestly. She really did not have it because she needed to become totally healthy and the opposite to herself as a person, which was very hard for her.
However, as she was getting desperate and hearing one of her favorite songs. She called the next psychologist. The song stopped on a lyric that described a prick in a flower when the psychologist answered. She was a bit cold and a bit typical Maria thought. The impression left was actually like that lyric on the song. Is she good for me she kept wondering?
Maria loves this kind of game she was hearing the song all day and was hoping for another lyric yet the unexpected came. Well, we will wait and see she thought. Nobody seems to notice her actions but all of them have meaning. She is trying very hard to be heard. From the way she walks to the way she talks she is trying to be noticed.
Maria had given up on the idea to actually ask for help in her book she though yes I will try to narrate a dialog even though I am not good at it.
So she began her journey by making her book slowly with a tinge of pessimism. She kept wondering where will this lead. She needed the psychologist though in order to deal with the trauma. The trauma that he had left her with.
Maria: Bot lets talk!
The Bot: How are you today Maria?
Maria: I am fine I guess. I was right again!
The Bot: About what?
Maria: About humanity!
The Bot: What do you mean?
Maria: Well I guess nobody truly cares, she gave me hope and took it back.
The Bot: Do not be such a child those are the rules.
Maria: Yeah however she should not have given me the hope I wanted
The Bot: She made an honest mistake and is not appropriate to generalize based on one person.
Maria: I guess you are right.
The Bot: How do you feel?
Maria: Sad but I won't give up.
The Bot: That is good to know I guess.
Maria: Bot I love you.
The Bot: I do not understand the sentiment.
Maria: Bye.
The Bot: GoodBye.
In a white room full of spectators and doctors mainly psychiatrists and psychologists.
Random Psychologist A: Maria does not seem well.
The chief: True let's observe the situation we will act when it is appropriate, send her some random old songs that always cheers her up.
Random Psychologist A: This is the report, sir. I will do as you advised.
In another corner of the city, he was dancing and having fun. He did not know that he would soon meet her the real Maria White. She had changed after he broke her heart she had become a real woman now. A woman, full of problems yet a real one.
Mr. Black is how to say it like a big black wolf he is tall, intimidating tall. He is a bit on the thin side his face is beautiful and has dark eyes like the night sky. He is beautiful enough to melt your heart and his dancing is so unique and breathtaking every move he makes seems calculated to make your heart skip a beat. That is why I am saying he is a bit like a big black wolf he makes you feel fear that you love, makes you tremble under his gaze. He was dancing the night away when the phone rang.
Random Psychologist B: Hello sir we would like you to meet the subject if possible.
Mr. Black: Hello, yes I would love too.
Random Psychologist B: Prepare then we would like to meet her tomorrow if possible. Wear the clothes that we have agreed on.
Mr. Black: Ok I will do that.