Friday Morning with Hubble

So I met with my new Psychiatrist (Hubble) this morning. Last week when he asked me what my "biggest issue" was some of you might remember that I blurted-out "Ennui." Well, that's where we began, but didn't get very far before I wanted to run screaming from the room from anxiety.

"So, we were talking about Ennui," says Hubble.

"Well, you know, it's funny.........," I say.

"Funny," says Hubble. He says the word like he knows how to pronounce it but doesn't know what it means, or why someone might use the word. For a moment I imagine that he's actually an alien and that this is how we "catch them up;" every so often then slip-up and we're on to them. I mean, he is pretty robotic.

"You know, funny," I continue. "It's like in Withnail and I when Uncle Monty (me) says something like 'It's a sad day when a young man awakes and realizes that he'll never play The Dane."

"Who's Withnail?," says Hubble. I explain it's a movie,and that it was "just an example."

"Is The Dane Hamlet?" Hubble asks? "Yes, " I say.

Hubble thinks for a moment and says that he doesn't remember reading anything in my "file" about me wanting to be an actor and play Hamlet. I say I didn't, don't - that it's never occured to me to be an actor. He's confused by my analogy and there is lots of silence. We "move on."

Now is it just me or when was psychotherapy supposed to be literal? I mean, whatever the Fack happened to Freud and his "a cigar isn't ever a cigar" or whatever?