Mary was having a tough day
and had
stretched herself out on the couch to do a bit of what she
thought
to be well-deserved complaining and self- pitying.
She moaned to
her mom and brother, “Nobody loves me … the whole
world hates
me!”
Her brother, busily occupied playing a game, hardly looked up
at her
and passed on this encouraging word: “That’s not true,
Mary. Some
people don’t even know you.”
My therapist told me the way to achieve
true inner peace is to finish what I start.
So far today, I
have finished two bags of chips and a chocolate cake.
I feel
better already.
A guy goes to a psychiatrist. “Doc, I
keep
having these alternating recurring dreams. First I’m a teepee;
then I’m
a wigwam; then I’m a teepee; then I’m a wigwam. It’s
driving me
crazy. What’s wrong with me?” The doctor replies: “It’s
very simple.
You’re two tents.”
A doctor of psychology was doing his
normal morning rounds when he entered a patient’s room. He found
Patient
#1 sitting on the floor, pretending to saw a piece of wood in
half.
Patient #2 was hanging from the ceiling, by his feet.
The doctor asked patient number 1 what he was doing. The patient
replied, “Can’t you see I’m sawing this piece of wood in half?” The
doctor inquired of Patient #1 what Patient #2 was doing. Patient #1
replied,
“Oh. He’s my friend, but he’s a little crazy. He thinks
he’s a
lightbulb.” The doctor looks up and notices Patient #2’s
face is going
all red.
The doctor asks Patient #1, “If he’s
your friend, you should get him
down from there before he hurts
himself”
Patient #1 replies, “What? And work in the dark?”
A group of
psychiatrists were
attending a convention. Four of them decided to leave, and
walked out
together. One said to the other three, “People are always
coming to us
with their guilt and fears, but we have no one that we can
go to
when we have problems.” The others agreed.
Then one said, “Since
we are all professionals, why don’t we take
some time right now to
hear each other out?”
The other three agreed.
The first
then confessed, “I have an uncontrollable desire to kill my
patients.”
The second psychiatrist said, “I love expensive things and so
I find
ways to cheat my patients out of their money whenever I can
so I can buy
the things I want.”
The third followed with,
“I’m involved with selling drugs and often
get my patients to sell
them for me.”
The fourth psychiatrist then confessed, “I know
I’m not supposed to,
but no matter how hard I try, I can’t kee
p a secret…”
The
aspiring psychiatrists were
attending their first class on emotional extremes.
“Just to establish
some parameters,” said the professor to the
student from Arkansas,
“What is the opposite of joy?”
“Sadness,” said the
student.
And the opposite of depression?” he asked of the young lady from
Oklahoma.
“Elation,” said she.
“And you sir,” he said to
the young man from Texas, “how about the
opposite of
woe?”
The Texan replied, “Sir, I believe that would be giddy-up.”
A man
walked into a therapist’s
office looking very depressed. “Doc, you’ve
got to help me. I can’t
go on like this.”
“What’s the problem?” the docotor
inquired.
“Well, I’m 35 years old and I still have no luck with the
ladies. No
matter how hard I try, I just seem to scare them
away.”
“My friend, this is not a serious problem. You just need to work on
your self-esteem. Each morning, I want you to get up and run to the
bathroom mirror. Tell yourself that you are a good person, a fun
person, and
an attractive person. But say it with real conviction.
Within a week
you’ll have women buzzing all around you.”
The
man seemed content with this advice and walked out of the office a
bit excited. Three weeks later he returned with the same downtrodden
expression on his face.
“Did my advice not work?” asked the
doctor.
“It worked alright. For the past several weeks I’ve e
njoyed some of
the best moments in my life with the most fabulous
looking women.”
“So, what’s your problem?”
“I don’t
have a problem,” the man replied. “My wife does.”
The
psychology instructor had just
finished a lecture on mental health and
was giving an oral
test.
Speaking specifically about manic depression, she asked, “How would
you diagnose a patient who walks back and forth screaming at the
top of
his lungs one minute, then sits in a chair weeping
uncontrollably the
next?”
A young man in the rear raised his hand and
answered, “A basketball
coach?”
A guy had been feeling down for so long
that he finally decided to seek the aid of a
psychiatrist.
He went there, lay on the couch, spilled his guts then waited for the
profound wisdom of the psychiatrist to make him feel
better.
The psychiatrist asked me a few questions, took some notes then sat
thinking in silence for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his
face.
Suddenly, he looked up with an expression of delight and said,
“Um, I
think your problem is low self-esteem. It is very common
among
losers.”
Why did the witch go to the
psychiatrist?
Because she thought everybody loved her.
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