Post by cooper justin marx on Nov 10, 2010 17:50:10 GMT -5
cooper justin marx.
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session number one:
"I don't get the point of this. So I am just supposed to like talk to you? This is fucking ridiculous. This is just plain stupid if you ask me. I don't want to talk to anyone about anything for any reason. All I want to do is go back to my house and eat some dinner. How long is this supposed to last for anyway? Ah fuck it. You aren't going to answer me anyway because all I am supposed to do is talk about my feelings. I don't want to fucking talk about my feelings, okay? I just don't. I don't see why you are interested in them, besides my parents paying you to listen to me. You don't really give a shit about me, do you? You only care that I am safe and in this chair during your full hour session for me. I am not talking. I refuse to talk to you. So my parents are just wasting their money.."
session number five:
"I've spent a total of five hours here just talking to myself and I still have accomplished nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada. Glad to know my parents are wasting their dollars on me. So your question today for me is why do you think I keep on getting sent here? I don't think. I know the answer to this one. My parents think I am a bad influence on my younger siblings. They think I have gone all hay wired and that I need to be taught a lesson. It wasn't really anything that they did. I just wasn't the perfect son. I was the one who wanted to explore and experiment, so I did. I went through that teenage rebellion stage and I should have gotten an A plus for it. Damn. I smoked, I drank and I got a few tattoos along the way. Do you want to see them? I mean, my whole life isn't smoking or drinking. I do it with my buds, but that is it. It wasn't like I didn't get good grades, which I did, or not show up to family dinners. I was always there. They just didn't like the rap music that blasted from my room or the way I spent my Saturday nights."
session number seven:
"So now you want to know what I want to do with my life? Hell, I don't have any idea. I guess I'm pretty good with selling so maybe just getting some low key job at like Best Buy, at least for now. I mean, my degree is in business because my dad wants me to take over the family business in real estate. He isn't a mega rich real estate guy, but he has come to some money. He wants it to keep on going down the Marx line, but I don't know if I can do that. I am more of a free spirit than him. I don't like being stuck in an office. Maybe something with traveling. I'd like to travel. I've always wanted to go all around the world. My whole life, twenty years, I have only been to Florida or LA or NYC. Never been outside of this country. I need to get out of here, for myself, for my parents. All I need is a very long break from them and then things should be settled."
session number ten:
"You want me to describe myself to you? Fuck. That's dumb. I've spent a total of ten sessions here and you don't know me. Ah well, here goes nothing. I am described as your typical douchebag. Though I like to just look at it as being a fun guy. I stick to my word, whatever that may be. I tend to do ridiculous things. I am more on the dare devil side of life. I hate sitting still. I'm convinced I have ADD or something along those lines. I tend to act before I think. It doesn't always end up too well. Uhhh. This is just weird. I've got some pretty badass tattoos. I am just a normal guy I guess beneath it all."
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