THERAPIST AND A PATIENT CONTINUES

THERAPIST AND THE PATIENT CONTINUES

SCENE FOUR:

PATIENT:

You said, some one is coming later.  Who is that person?

THERAPIST:

What did I say exactly?

PATIENT:

You said, that an FBI agent is coming later."

Why the FBI agent is coming later?

For what reason?

THERAPIST:

To see how I am conducting my work?

PATIENT:

Why should he be interested in your work?

THERAPIST:

Its their job to be interested

PATIENT:

But why?

THERAPIST:

For security

PATIENT:

What kind of security?

THERAPIST:

A patient can be violent

PATIENT:

Am I violent?

THERAPIST:

Not yet...

PATIENT:

What do you mean?

THERAPIST:

You are not violent yet but you can become violent

PATIENT:

Why would I become violent?

THERAPIST:

Because you are very angry and the anger leads to violence

PATIENT:

If you were in my position, you will be angry too...

THERAPIST:

What's your position?

PATIENT:

Thats what I am here to find out

THERAPIST;

You live in a big city.  The most cosmopolitan city in the world.  The most happening place on this

planet.  And you feel nothing is happening for you...

PATIENT:

You think I am wrong to feel that way?

THERAPIST:

Its upto you to make things happen for you in the most happening city in the world

PATIENT:

How am I going to do that?

THERAPIST:

By being less angry

PATIENT:

I don't think I am angry.  I think I am direct and outspoken

THERAPIST:

There is a difference in being outspoken and being agry.  Anger is a negative emotion

and being outspoken is admirable.  But when you entangle anger with direct speech it only resumes

the form of venom

PATIENT:

Thats a strong word, "Venom"  I like it.  I know people who are nothing but venemous towrds me

THERAPIST:

You have a persecution complex

PATIENET:

Thank you for telling me that.  There must be a reason

THERAPIST:

What's the reson?

PATIENT:

Lets not go there...

THERAPIST:

In order for me to treat you, I have to know your feelings.  All kinds of feelings.

PATIENT:

If I have the persecution complex there is a reason and you do know the reason

THERAPIST:

Why would I know the reason?

PATIENT:

Because you are a therapist, goddamn it

THERAPIST:

Don't damn god, he has nothing to do with it

PATIENT:

Who should I damn then?

THERAPIST:

Yourself

PATIENT:

Myself?

THERAPIST:

Yes, yourself

PATIENT:

So I am to be blamed?

THERAPIST:

We are all responsible for our actions

PATIENT:

But I didn't do anything

TERAPIST:

You are a Muslim right?

PATIENT:

What that has to do with anything?

THERAPIST:

It has to do with everything

PATIENT:

Like what?

THERAPIST:

Like your persecution complex

PATIENT:

What about that?

THERAPIST:

Muslims came and destroyed our city, our buildings...

PATIENT:

Wait a minute...wait a minute...I can't believe what I am hearing...

THERAPIST:

You are hearing what I am saying.  Muslims, all Muslims are responsible for the destruction

and since they are involved by association they developed this fake persecution complex to

justify their actions...you can feel other feelings, feelings such as Isolation, loneliness

PATIENT:

You are not a therapist.  You are some one else.  I need to get out of here

THERAPIST:

Not so fast, not so fast.  In order for you to face your reality, your situation, your anger

you have to hear things like this.  Things which make you wake up, smell the coffee and take care of

your anger which is directed towards us, us who had been the victims of your people.

You have to take some responsibility insted of being ferocious, cursing, angry, angry, angry...

You are in a big city where the damage happen.  Instead of being angry you can feel other

feelings such as Isolation, Loneliness...Those feelings are more justified for you because not many

people like your group so its understandable that you will have the big city blues and you will be

lonely.  We are the one's who should be angry.  Anger soesn't justify your situation.

Anger is ours in this case.

PATIENT:

But I have nothing to do with anything.  I am just a patient...

THERAPIST:

Yes, a patient with misplaced anger.....which will lead

to more destruction...it need to be restrined and I am trying to help you before you get into real

trouble........and by the way, (pick up the bell from the table, ring it and then says)  Time is up.  See

you next week.................

SCENE FIVE

PATIENT AND THE PATIENT'S SUBCONSCIOUS

SUBCONSCIOUS:

I am not angry and its not the big city either. I am used to the big cities.  Its not the big city

Its the emptiness of the big city.  Its just big with buildings, cement and steel.  Yes there are crowds.

 Millions of people rushing about, going places of importance, (thats what they think)

glued to their phones, unaware of any human being on their left or their right, pushing ,shoving

like herds of cattle.  The big city is un-aware of its peope. People are un-aware of other people.

There is no conversation whatso ever.

'Do you text?"

People ask me

'No, I don't."

I say

"Call me."

I say

"I don't call."

They say

"Ok then.  Don't call me."

I say

My phone doesn't ring

No it doesn't

"How long have you been living here?"

"I am sad to say, A life time."

"Friends?"

'What does that mean?"

'The word friend has a different definition now."

"What definition?"

'If out of desperation and loneliness one goes out with someone,

(called a friend?) for a glass of wine, they end up having nothing to say, nothing to talk about...

They either keep texting or keep looking  at their phones or pound on you for being an outsider, from

another country, not their favorit country either, for being a Muslim indirectly  and sometime not so

 indirectly.  They keep talking very badly about the country you came from right to your face and

then get on the religion, Muslim religion of course because they un-fortunately happen to know that

you were born in a Muslim country and keep doing a monologue about the muslim religion and how

horrible and violent it is and they completely forget about any other religion as if the oher religions

never existed or they were all mighty innocent and pure and then with a phony, fake smile  say,

'have you ever thought of going back?"

Its like such a classic.  It never goes away.  I always know its coming whenever I make a mistake to

go out with any one....

"Going back where?  To your.......

Lets forget it.

Its better not to see any one.

They make me so angry, extremely angry when I come back home

And my therapist told me anger is

going to lead towards violence....

She is already hinting for some homeland agent coming to her office to check it out.

She is right when she says, "loneliness and Isolation is a million times better than anger."

So its better not to see any one.  Not to be social.  Just be alone, lonely and quiet.

Once I was a social animal but now I am just an animal I guess and angry on top of it...

I better stay home by myself.

Te big city is also full of animals anyway.  And if there are people in the city, they have lost

all ethics, all manners, all sophistication.  They are rude, mean, hostile, angry, racists, insincere

and totally miserable.

If I were as smart as Victor Hugo I will write the modern day novel,  Les miserable...

But alas the human beings of 21st Century neither know Victor Hugo nor are they worth

sweating over a novel even when its going to be about them and called, Les-miserable.

People are un-interesting and very rude.  There is no one to go out with even if you want to...

'What for?"

'Yes, what for are you seeing people?"

There is no discussion, no debate, No opinons about anything, (that's incase they have any opinons

at all) Their opinions are already set in a rigid, narrow framework.

They shout and scream on TV where every one is an expert especially about other people's

religion, (Muslim religion for sure) They shout their racist crap and then the hour is up and then

they go to an after party freeloading on cheap wine....

And my therapist tells me that I am angry.  Actually she asks me, "Why am I so angry?"

I wonder myself...Why?  Why?  Why?  I am so angry?

How much and for how long one can hear to the same bullshit crap....

Every one is so innocent all of a sudden and so so calm.

And the problem is what to do wih myself being so alone all the time?

How much can I read?

My apt is overflowing with books.  No place any more for books...

and beside the limitation of the space, my knowledge of things after reading so many books

has made me very aware of human nature and their tendencies for power and greed and

un-ending wars and that has frigtened me and my knowledge has actually become a disadvantage

and thus the source of my anger... I can see things happening before they happen.

It has made me astute but in a scary way.

How many more plays can I write? How many topics are out there which interest any one

beside all those mediocre politically correct plays?

And by the way I am the only one who calls myself a ,"Playwright"

Go ask the NYT if I am one...

They will set the record straight...

And why should I write more plays?

About what?

The racist ass holes?

Why waste any more of my time?

How many more drawings I can store in my F*** apt?

How many times I can check my god-damned emails?

And what for?

Its all spam anyway.

I should be like Woody Allen.

He doesn't do emails

Doesn't have a computer either

He just keeps making movies and keep going to South of France with Sooni...

his wife/his daughter...see he doesn't give a shit, he doesn't need a computer to be successful.

We do.  He is not an Immigrant.  He was born here.  So you see, that's the answer, you have to be

born here and you can't be Muslim.  Success will happen, computer or no computer.

"Learn computer"

People, those awful people I used to see kept saying to me.

"You can't be successful without you having your plays on the computer."

They kept saying to me all day long....

"Go f*** yourself"

"Liers"

Now I have the f*** computer and where is the f*** success?"

Go f*** yourself and leave me the F*** alone.

The only two things I like about America is the word, "F**.  And F*** you too.

And aluminum foil.

I love aluminum foil.

You can wrap the myonaise drenched tuna sandwitch in aluminum foil and you are perfectly

safe that the myonaise won't drip in your torm Michael Kore's hand bag....

Everything else is very sick, very sick, sick, sick, sick.

Everything is very sick all over the world but I f*** live here, here, here....

What the F*** should I d with my time every day?  No people, no dog....no review....nothing.

I guess I should go every day to the therapist and give her all my remaining pennies.....

and get my anger out somehow befor she calls someone and they take me out of her office in a

straight jacket like the one they brought for Blanche in Street car named desire till the nice gentlman

in a hat tilted his hat and told the nurse not to use the straight jacket and offered his arm to Blanche

and she was so thankful and relieved.  :"I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers."

No one is going to save me in that office when homeland security comes....

No man in a hat...looking like a gentleman ...no gentlemen or gentle ladies any more...in 21st

Century....

Hustlers and vulgarians....thats all but I guess I have to take this anger out somehow...

Maybe lobotomy is the answer.  But I am not a kennedy and won't be able to live in a posh nursing

home as a safe, polite, gentle lady withe half of my brain missing but what is my brain good for any

way?  Not good, not good at all....Too many thoughts, too many conversations with myself...

too many ideas...and no one to share them with....

I better take my therapist seriously....But I have taken her seriously already.  Given her all

my money and I am more sick than ever.  This psychiatrist branch of modern medicine

is not working either.

And then came this, "TECHNOLOGY" to give false importance to all the herds who

had no importance at all....

If all human beings only think of themselves, their life, their health and happiness, their success...

how successful are they?

If you don't give a shit about people dying by the millions, oppressed, hungry, poor, suffereing from

disease, injury, war, all the childen dying all over because of poverty and wars all over...

How successful are you with your indifference towards the suffering human race?

HAVE A HEART HUMANITY....

DO SOMETHING MEANINGFUL... TO SAVE THE PLANET...

Get off of your ,"TEXTING" and call some one...help some one and try, at least try to be a friend...

a sincere, affectionate friend.

Yes, like my therapist said, I use the word ,:AFFECTION"  a lot.  I like the word.  Its a good word.

Its a comforting word.

Yes, Be an affectionate friend. Try to feel other peopl's pain,

their sorrow, their sadness, their rootlessness, their joy.

Have you ever heard of a word called, :SHARE?"

Or you only share a tiny closet in the East Village for $3000 so you can be hip and "TEXT"

someone about it...

Call some one...Find out if they are ok...

When my phone rings its always my sister or my nieces and nephews calling from abroad...

Thank god for that.

Otherwise my phone doesn't ring....

I only run to my therapist and now she is also asking me, "Have you ever thought of going back?"

And that was the reason I STOPPED SEEING ALL MY PHONY FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY

ALWAYS ASKED ME THE SAME QUESTION.

"GO BACK"

"GO BACK"

"GO BACK WHERE?"

"DORTHY OF WIZZARD OF OZ,  GO BACK HOME.'

"WHICH HOME?"

"WHICH HOME?"

"I LOST THE ADDRESS."

"BUT ALL OF YOU KEEP TEXTING"

"WHO IS THE ONE YOU ARE TEXTING?"

"SOME ONE AT YOUR HOME?"

"TOO BAD I LOST THE ADDRESS OF MY HOME."

"AND THE PHONE NUMBER."

"WHEN THE HOME WAS GONE SO WAS THE LANDLINE"

"THERE WAS NO CELL PHONES THEN..."

CAN'T CALL BACK "

"CAN'T GO BACK"

"NO HOME ANY MORE."

"STOP SAYING IT TO ME."

"HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF GOING BACK?"

"IT HURTS."

"STOP"

"YES, I HAVE THOUGHT OF GOING BACK HOME."

"BUT THERE IS NO HOME TO GO BACK TO"

"STOP ASKING...'

"PLEASE STOP."

"THATS WHY I DON'T SEE YOU."

THATS WHY I DON'T SEE ANY ONE OF YOU ANY MORE."

"STOP PROVOKING."

"DON'T EAT MY BRAIN, MY HEART, MY SOUL MY SPIRIT"

"DON'T BE A VULTURE"

I WOULD PREFER LONELINESS OVER ALL THOSE VULTURES

CALLED, HUMAN BEINGS.

'YES, I AM ANGRY"

"YES, ITS NOT GOOD, THE ANGER."

MY THERAPIST EVEN TOLD ME THAT LONELINESS IS BETTER THAN ANGER."

BUT I HAVE THAT ALREADY, THE LONELINESS, THE ISOLATION...

"YES GO AHEAD, CALL ME ANGRY...

"YES, WE ARE ALL ANGRY AND EVERY ONE ELSE IS SO INNOCENT, SO PURE,

SO PEACEFUL, SO CALM,  CONTENT WITH A  CLEAR CONSCINCE,  CALMLY

DESTROYING,  DESTROYING SO CALMLY THE ANGRY ONES............