What bugs me the most is that my father was schizophrenic and there is a good chance that I inherited something from him.
One day, he got out of hospital, after a treatment, met some friends and drank alcohol. He died shortly - may God rest his soul.

I have to see a head shrinker.
That could be expensive and even more confusing.

I picture that while he diagnoses me, I'll be analyzing him; although I have no official practice on this ground. But I can not help myself... and this might be a disorder too.


I know I will like the psychoanalyst for not being perfect; for acting humanly, just like me.