Story Suppose you go to therapy. The year is 1996, when therapy is mostly for rich Manhattanites.

[FrothySolutions]

You stare out at the skyline from your Upper East Side apartment. Your tie is slack. Your drink, warm and flat. Night has fallen over the city, as well as your life. You are at your lowest point.

When suddenly, your phone rings. You amble over to check the caller ID, squinting in the darkness because you can't be bothered to turn on the lights. It's your psychiatrist. Your sessions have become more and more strained as you both approach new heights of desperation. You are a tough nut. But against hope, you pick up the phone. Your shrink has this to say...

You're the sound of Notre Dame. And so am I.

Breakthrough? How do you respond to this? What do you do with this information?

 

[builderseed]

hang up because idk wtf that means

 

[Deleted member 22907]

 

[Deleted member 19236]

I say “I don’t need your services anymore”

 

[Deleted member 21514]

i'll start to sing "belle" from the Notre de Dame musical show

 

[crestfallencel]

hang up because idk wtf that means

 

[Deleted member 21514]

based

 

[muharremabi]

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[Michinomiya Hirohit]

I say “I don’t need your services anymore”

 

[ihaveno1]

I say “I don’t need your services anymore”

 

[TINMAN]

 

[FrothySolutions]

@FrothySolutions would you sing with me ?

Nah, because I'm not on this call. This is between you and your therapist.

 

[FrothySolutions]

is it a she or a he ?

They're your therapist, and you're a rich Manhattanite in 1996, so it's buyer's choice.

 

[Mainländer]

I say “I don’t need your services anymore”

I'd say "I never needed your services."

 

[PluralSpaceRace]

I say “I don’t need your services anymore”

 

[AlexanderTheGreat11]

 

[FrothySolutions]

of i was a rich Manhattanite in 1996 i wouldn't go to therapy

It was a status symbol to have a therapist back then. They all had therapists.

 

[Yerberito]