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Why Catharsis Isn’t a Myth

Here’s the story of comprende, anger, and an unsightly todger.

I don’t mean to be rude, but if she comes anywhere near me again I think my head might explode. You might say that’s not really the definition of being rude, but I think if bits of someone’s head splattered all over my lovely frock, I wouldn’t be in the best mood. I am, of course, referring to a woman who I shall name Betsy. It’s the first name I could think of. I know it’s from the olden days, but so is she. Never in my life have I had to deal with anyone so rude and selfish and she’s supposed to be a woman of God! Have you ever had to sit down with a client who, for three hours, keeps saying shit in your ear such as, “Oh, God is not happy with the work you’re doing.” It’s really difficult to know how to handle people and situations like this, especially if one is as shy and reserved as I am. And I tell you this much, I’ve been in more of those situations in just the last seven days than I have been in my entire life. I walked passed a guy this week on my way to work. He was leaning against a tree and I thought something might be wrong. So I looked over and… oh, there’s his penis… oh, he’s having a p – oh, that is not an image I’m going to forget in a hurry…

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