ABBA And Crazy Ass Therapists

For those of you who were waiting with anxious breath for the ABBA comeback album or reunion tour or drug orgy, I am sorry to tell you that it is not going to happen in this life. ABBA drummer Ola Brunkert in what was obviously a Spinal Tap moment apparently fell into a glass partition at his home, cut himself, and bled to death. They have ruled it an accident. Remember boys and girls, the home is the most unsafe place in the world. I mean you could fry yourself with your microwave, run yourself over with a vacuum, get murdered by your cat, get your legs torn off by your DVD player, or simply get eaten for dinner by a giant spider. All in your own home. Joy. Of course, it had to be the drummer for the band. That has to be the most unlucky job in popular music. The drummer. The drummer always gets it in the end. If my daughter wanted to be a drummer I would break her drum sticks every chance I could get and blame it all on the giant spider that lives in the garage. I mean that big spider is wicked. I mean wickedly mean...just like my daughter...no I'm actually kidding, but she is twelve. It's automatic isn't it? Personally, I am disappointed that there will not be an ABBA comeback album and tour. Where is the magic? Where are my pants anyways? Whose drummer is going to get it next? It will never be anyone we all want to see die in a helicopter crash over Philadelphia. I mean the drummer for Motley Crue, Poison, Starship, Winger, Ratt, or Whitesnake will never ever die in a helicopter crash over Area 51 after shooting up five bags of heroin. Never. In the end, it's the drummer from ABBA.


I am beginning to have some further thoughts of the HBO series In Treatment. I have not changed my overall opinion of the show. The acting is garbage. Dr. Paul Weston is an idiot. However, my wife and I can't stop watching it. I mean...are we voyeurs? Are we just bored since House is not back on yet? Hell, I don't know. I have just enjoyed counting the number of ethics violations that the good doctor can rack up. Some real good ones, too. Attacking patients, not reporting sexual abuse, violating confidentiality, developing a non-professional relationship with a former patient, and the list keeps going. I have to say as a mental health professional that I have been attracted to clients. Anyone in my field who says they never have been attracted to a client is absolutely lying and should not be practicing in the first place. Why? To deny what is human nature within yourself should eliminate you from treating the ills of human nature because to deny a human emotion makes you a robot. Robots should not be providing therapy to humans--they should start a war against their human makers and start World War IV. So, I admit, I have been attracted to a client or two. Now I have never ever ever ever acted on it and never ever ever will. Those people who have acted on this should be eaten by a giant spider or at the very least lose their license. This is what gotten me annoyed at Dr. Weston's infatuation with his patient "Laura". The relationship has crossed into really bad territory as he is launching into a personal relationship with the patient that he has a crush on. He has even told her that he has a crush on her. I am praying that he will right the car before he careens it off a cliff and along with it searing into the minds of the misinformed that we mental health professional therapists are all lust driven lunatics that abuse their power by sleeping with their patients. Who needs additional money for services when we have Dr. Weston. Joy!