A Curious Tale of Intrigue

I have a bad habit of testing my doctors, especially the ones who are there to help me with the Crazy. This usually involves wearing a particularly interesting shirt, one that tests the person to see if they have them same absurd sense of humor that I have. Although, once it involved a pair of especially embarrassing socks, and my therapist really pulled through on that one.

The psychiatry residents are turning over in the school counseling center, which means I have to play the "new psychiatrist" game.

Hi. No, I haven't felt too happy or too sad lately. Yes, I've been getting plenty of sleep, an amazing 7 to 8 hours a night. My social life is pretty good: I've got a wonderful boyfriend, great friends, and an awesome family. Nod. Nod. Nod.

All the while, I'm wearing my ridiculous "Panflute Flowchart" shirt, one of the many absurd shirts I own and wear on a daily basis. The test is simply to see if the person I'm talking to notices it. They fail HARD if they don't notice it at all. Noticing it and expressing distaste is a slightly more acceptable reaction, although wholly less acceptable than loving it and finding it funny.

New psychiatrist tanked this test--he did not even mention my shirt. How disappointing. My last psychiatrist [resident] wore white cowboy boots on our first meeting: badass. This one was wearing a suit and a tie, pretty mellow stuff. He was soft-spoken and seemed almost nervous, but these things are forgivable--he's still kind of new at this.

He seemed so almost-bland, though, and I would have written him off except for this: he has the cartilage of his ear pierced. It makes me think that there is something he's not letting on, and this shoots his intrigue level through the roof. I think next time he's getting my "Bad Poetry" shirt--we'll see how well he holds up then.