true kayfabe waits




Patient: "I'm horrible. I was born without any merits or good qualities. I cannot make other people happy. I'm loathesome to the core—a low, base, filthy, awful, sick, and horrid wretch."


Doctor: "I suppose I agree."


How might it feel to have someone in a neutral position carefully and coolheadedly confirm all your most pessimistic and negative notions about yourself?


Would you feel relieved that someone, at last, had seen through you and then paid you the courtesy of not lying about what they saw?


Or would it outrage you that your bluff had been called and you'd been robbed of the expected protestations, reassurances and supportive praise?


In my case, it's always been the latter.