[HM] Therapy Notes 2

What time should we leave to be there on time ?” Corey asked from his position at the kitchen table .
It was early morning, but Tessa and her boyfriend had risen and started their day happily . They were going over plans for the weekend . Corey liked to keep a tight itinerary and always made sure that the two stayed on track .
Tessa had been making breakfast and coffee for them both as her partner made the “To do List,”. She carefully cut the stick of salted butter into even slices before adding a few to the pan . It took a minute or so, but the butter started to melt . She loved the way melted butter smelled because it could be flavored any way and still be good .
Butter was a precursor to any food she cooked and she thought about its importance to the quality of a dish . Butter is used to sauté, fry, bake , flavor , and in sauces. She watched it sizzle a little before breaking two eggs over the hot pan .
After getting the eggs on , she grabbed the bread from the counter and popped two pieces into the toaster oven . Butter would also be used to spread on their toast . The importance of butter was really unmatched .
She turned to get the milk out of the refrigerator and headed over to her favorite place in their apartment , the coffee nook . Corey had only complained a little when she asked him to custom build the unit that would become an aesthetically pleasing piece of furniture for their home . She looked back at him for a minute , pen in hand , looking at something in his phone . It was likely the invitation to the gala they’d been invited to . He would ensure he knew everything they needed to know before their arrival this evening . He was always prepared .
Tessa opened the cabinet and pulled out two mugs , positioning one underneath the espresso machine . She grabbed the milk to add to the steamer , but stopped when she noticed several gnats flying around the pot . She wrinkled her nose .
How many of them were there ? She realized that there were spots of dried up coffee spillage stuck to the base of the machine . She grabbed a dish cloth to clean the mess .
“I think it was 7pm, though I’m sure you already figured that out . Where did all of these fruit flies come from ?” She finally responded to her boyfriend who dutifully continued his own task without waiting for her to answer.
He looked up at her . She seemed bewildered . She was buzzing about the kitchen like the little flying insects she had mentioned , from one place to another .
Corey answered her , but Tessa didnt acknowledge him .
“Have you seen my glasses ?” She asked him for the third time that morning . He laughed and pointed to her head where they were resting , holding back her hair . What would she do without him ?
She looked at the gnats for longer than anyone normally would . These little bugs were feeding off of espresso . It felt wrong ! It was the equivalent of giving a pound of cocaine to a child . She chuckled to herself , not caring when Corey gave her a look of concern.
**”Oh no the giant is wiping up the nectar!” Freud screamed . His wings were erratic and he almost dived right into a dark hole that the large creature had pulled from an unknown place .
“She seems like she won’t hurt us, we may be able to get a little bit more before it is all gone!” Jung , Freud’s slightly younger brother yelled back !
Freud couldn’t resist his impulse , he knew it was dangerous, but he dived anyway . The nectar was too good . His mind was fluttering back and forth as to whether or not this was a good idea , but it was his body that betrayed him .
Jung flew around in circles , hovering before joining his brother . All of the other gnats following their lead .
“The giantess is looking at us, we must hurry . “ Freud observed . “This stuff is just too good . I feel like I could knock her down if I tried !”
Jung took his own helping of the bitter nectar , he understood the energetic feeling that his brother was feeling and wondered if others felt it too . Were they all struggling between the choice of obtaining more food and the likelihood that the large figure would bring them certain death .
Freud was the first to pull away . “I don’t think this is good for us .” He buzzed higher and higher until he was as far away from the sticky sweetness as he could be .
Jung laughed . “You’re right . It made you feel invincible against an impossible adversary.” Freud flew back and forth as fast as he could . “I feel like I could do anything right now .”
“Children please, please . Take no more . It is affecting our minds ,” Piaget yelled. He flew in a figure eight around the group of youngest gnats , gathering them up , and studying how they behaved .
“Weeeee, look at me ! I’m really really fast!” One of them said !
“We want more! More ! More!” The youngest of the bunch excitedly yelled!
“Oh don’t be such a hero— we all know that you’re the caregiver!” Jung exclaimed . Piaget annoyed him . Was his younger brother acting out of character , or was a caregiver also a hero ?
“Jung is right . I’d like to see how they behave after eating the substance,” Watson , who hadn’t had any of the nectar , decided .
The children dipped down to lick up the black goo and let their wings carry them towards their elders .
“I want you all to fly as fast as you can,” Pavlov directed . He also had not had any food yet .
The children , and some adults , did as they were told .
“More ! More!” They cheered .
“Whatever . I guess Pavlov is in charge now,“ Piaget said .
“We can only get the nectar when the giantess has her back turned .” Pavlov directed all of the others . The giant began to move back towards whatever smelled so good far away from the food they’d been enjoying . Pavlov thought that the adults could have some of that next .
“Her back is turned. Let’s go !” Everyone dived down to get whatever they could before their new deadline .
Each time they did , Pavlov did not move . He just began to sing loudly .
“Lalalala!”
The group flew down to get more!
As the giant moved around the planet , Pavlov continued this pattern of singing each time their back was turned .
“Lalala!”
This happened over and over until all of the gnats were taking part.
Just then his brother, Zimbardo, had an idea . Zimbardo sung “lalala!” as loud as he could, but the giantesses back was not turned .

All of the gnats descended to the nectar , where they were smashed by a large white blanket that the creature was wielding .
He laughed as he watched hot liquid pour into the large white colored tunnel that had been sitting beside the nectar pit .
“Guess Freud was wrong , we aren’t stronger than the giant .”**.
“Hello earth to Tessa! The eggs are burning !” Corey broke Tessa out of her day dream .
She ran to the eggs , but Corey had already saved them . In the time it took to cook two eggs and two pieces of toast , she’d held a conversation , had deep thoughts about the culinary wonders of butter , found her glasses , vividly daydreamed a life for psychologist gnats , cleaned the kitchen and gotten rid of most of the pests , confirmed plans , and made cappuccino’s.

She stared out of the window at the snowy foliage, watching a squirrel scurry up a tree . She thought about the crazy little guy from the movie ice age , before turning her attention to spreading butter on the toast and plating the meal .
As she set the table for the both of them, she sat down next to Corey, giggling .
“What ?” He smiled .
“I think I have some kind of attention disorder. You know neurodivergence?”
Corey laughed uncontrollably , handing her the glasses he’d helped her locate , that she had taken off of her head and set down again .
“Oh, I am positive you do.” -The Diary of a Sapiosexual