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The patient was a quivering mess of self-neglect and fear. He kept staring at his hands for some reason.
"I can't eat, I can't sleep, I have no purpose....I feel as if I were to suddenly dissappear from this planet, no one would notice and nothing would be different." His face now rested in his hands. "I'm so utterly alone."
The doctor adjusted himself in his seat, exhaled, and rolled his eyes. "Look...this is nothing new. Everyone feels this way at some point in his or her life. Feeling like we're alone is one of those shared experiences we all have."
The patient looked up.
"Really. We all go through it. I have. Everyone I know has, to some extent, felt what you're feeling right now. But I don't think..."
"That's great, doc!" The patient lept to his feet. His eyes were no longer passive, lifeless sacks of jelly. He suddenly moved with the determination of a fanatic. "Then I'm not alone...Christ almighty...I'm not alone!" He stated panting and began to sweat. A smile erupted across his face. "Thanks, doc. It's all so clear now. If I'm not alone, I don't have anything to wory about. I can't...I can't...I'm just so happy, doc. I swear, you've made me the happiest man alive!"
The doctor unwrapped a three-year-old generic butterscotch sucker he had procured from the candy dish next to his chair. "Well, then I guess we're done." He popped the flavorless yellow orb into his mouth. "I'm glad to hear it. You're a very lucky man."
The patient started putting on his coat and headed towards the door. "Why's that, doc?" His earlier stature of dread and despair was now replaced with one of peace and glee. There was a spring in his step. This was clearly a changed man.
"Well, I mean, you're lucky because how many of us are ever totally and completely happy? Most people always associate some bit of meloncholy with their happiest moments. I don't really know any truly happy people, to be honest with you - I'm certainly not one of them. You're one of the fortunate few."
The doctor paused. The patient was just standing there. All the blood had drained from his face. He had come crashing back to Earth. The only audible sound was of the doctor sucking on his wretched candy.
"Then I really am alone."
Date Written: January 28, 2004
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