Speaking of the Masses. . .
holidays. Unemployment
and lots of karaoke nights.
My therapist says this is
terrific news. My doctor
is a bit concerned. My
therapist says I should be
debating the debates (I per-
sonally think I am simply inchi-
ng ever closer to diabetes),
or that I should at least be
watching them. The doc,
on the other hand, and to
this I simply must concur,
says that I should avoid
watching them at all costs,
that I might perhaps watch
a couple of highlights the
next morning and top it
off with a journalistic syn-
opsis from a news site
with which I rarely, if
ever, disagree. He
says (my doctor, that
is) that I should also
avoid watching most
sports (golf and hurling
are apparently ok-
ay). And, as for the
cinema, which I
cannot afford any-
more anyway, he
adds that I avoid
horror and sus-
pense, and esp-
ecially suspense-
ful horror flicks.
Isn’t horror just
death? I wonder.
And isn’t suspense
whatever leads potent-
ially—if not quickly—to
death? I think that at
my session next week I
will avoid these subjects.
