Therapy Session 2

So I went to my second therapy session today. John, the therapist, is pretty groovy. He's a total Hippie, anti-establishment, laid-back like whoa. He seems to think I'm on the right track as far as seeking anything and everything that will make me laugh, saying the effort will balance out the grief. I told him the only problem I have with my Quest for Hilarity is, I've discovered the only thing I dislike more than crying in public, is laughing by myself.

He seems to think it would do me some good to connect to other people, so I had to tell him about my feelings regarding humanity. It's kind of hard to forge friendships when you think your own species is comprised of mostly dickheads and arseholes. Besides, I can't really go out and socialise with anyone when I can't bloody drive. He said we'd work on this at length.

I go back to see him in three weeks, so we'll see how it goes.