Book Report Crazy Ain t It - 1203 Words

WELL ACTUALLY that’s not all I’m going to tell about. These psychoanalyst guys think it would be good for me to write more journal entries. They claim it’s good for my emotions and all that crap. I m not buying it. This entire process is stupid but hey if writing more gets me out of this crazy place faster; why the hell not. Sometimes I wonder why I’m even in this situation. I don’t belong here. I mean I know I’m nuts but I’m not that nuts. Nobody even tells you anything around here yet they wanna know everything about you. Crazy ain t it? Yeah I have a lot of questions about this place. It has a strange vibe. In case you were wondering I still question where the goddamn ducks go during winter too. Nobody s been able to answer that yet.†¦show more content†¦Maybe he wasn’t going to be as phony. I doubt it though. He came and sat across from me in the bright, red chair. The light from the window across the room shined di rectly at his face. I guess that was one good thing about California. He opened his notebook and got straight to what he called work. â€Å"So I have here that we’re supposed to discuss some things in the later part of your childhood today. Are you up for that?† Oh yeah because the number one thing I want to discuss at nine in the morning is my lousy childhood. These guys can be so phony sometimes. â€Å"Sure† I said. I sat in my chair twiddling my thumbs wishing I had something to drink. This place was so goddamn depressing. When I said that this guy seemed different, boy I was wrong. He was the same as the others. He was killing me. He took notes vigorously while I talked and he asked the same old boring questions. When your brother died, how did you feel? When you left Pencey, how did it make you feel? When you smoked or drank did you feel better about yourself? I don’t know what me answering these questions does for these people. I guess if it helps them sleep at night, I’ll go along with it. Sometimes I make up some crap to keep things interesting. A half hour later I think he finally figured out I wasn’t much of a talker. â€Å"Ok Holden we’re almost done here. One more question do you know what you want to be when you re older? Do you truly want to go back to school?† Technically he just asked me