Shrink.

She always told me these little things, because she thought she knew me best. Truth was, I knew her best. At least, her "type". And I knew it was bullshit. I played along anyway, because sometimes it's best to keep your mouth shut. Or just say what they want to hear.

"So, maybe, not definitely, but possibly.. in some way.." I get it, you can't read mine or anyone's mind. I know you can't guarantee anything. I started watching the clock tick and tock because her ramblings started to become increasingly mundane and tedious to hear. I did my best to look enveloped with thought, when I was really staring at the air vents rotate and push air back and forth. I probably could've done that for the whole session, but I decided to be more observant. It's not like I didn't like her, she was okay, it's just the whole concept of this.. this thing. Digging up my feelings and telling me what they mean. She doesn't know what they mean. Hell, I don't even know what they mean and they are mine for christsake. I humoured her, for no apparent reason. I guess so she felt she was fulfilling her role or whatever. My stomach rumbled. Must've been louder than I thought.

"Someone's hungry!"
"Not really." I said. "My stomach makes such noises, even when I'm not hungry."
"I see, I see.." It was as if she were trying to analyse something about that. Ironic.

I kept glancing around the room, although somehow always managing to look like I was absorbing what she was saying. I guess I had always been good at that. For someone who's supposed to listen so much, she did seem to do an awful lot of talking.

Finally, after almost an hour of her supposedly delving into my subconscious (which was more self-reflection on her end anyway), I mustered up a few words.

"It's all so pointless, isn't it?"
"Excuse me? What is?" She didn't seem to understand. Somehow I would've thought she got this a lot.
"Everything. Everything we do and see and hear and talk about."
"I'm not quite sure I'm following you.." She seemed extremely skeptical. "Do you mean to say you don't think life has a purpose?"
"I can't make that call." Nobody can. I don't know, nobody knows. People think they know. We do all of these things and we don't even know. For enjoyment? Because it's expected of us? But by who? Someone else? We're all in the same boat. We're all skin and bones. We all don't know why we are here.
But.. It was hard to explain this to her. She looked extremely puzzled. I just stopped talking and started picking at the nail polish on my fingertips. I heard the clock tick inbetween the silence that had risen over the small talk.
"Well... I think we should wrap it up for today." 

I left. I walked out of the building, and lit a cigarette as I did so. As I crossed the road I saw a couple lying on the grass, just looking at the sky. They didn't seem to be talking. They seemed to be completely pre-occupied with the vast amount of blue. We don't even think about it anymore, but the world is completely overwhelming. In comparison to what we don't know, what we do know is nothing. All we can do is pretend to be functional and hope that any others in the social order don't notice. Because the world isn't supposed to be overwhelming. We are supposed to act like we know it all, like we've advanced so far and so fast, and we have everything in the palm of our hands. But we don't. We probably never will. We can't get too caught up in everything. As humans, we need to learn how to take things as they come. Don't force, don't hate, don't kill, don't hurt, just live, and live peacefully. Might aswell make the most of our time; our short lived existence is something not to be taken too seriously. For the Earth is just a tiny grain of dust floating around in space. Nothing more, nothing less. Ain't no shrink that'll tell you that.