Addicted to Perfection

You’re actually doing lovely, if it’s of any notation. Why did you clean the kitchen, is my question, though? I know what the answer is going to be, so you don’t have to really go into detail with it but I’m going to want to touch on it when you come by for your appointment. Mostly you have me curious what you used the volleyball for. I’m almost afraid to ask.

So should I plan and organize my answer for the session? I'll make it nice, presentable and tailored to sound less like what you'd expect. We can save that discussion for the confines and confidentiality of an office. As for the volleyball, I made it a soccer ball. This place only has those or basketballs and of the two, volleyballs are more what I'm used to. Nothing scary, just re-purposing it so something feels like home. 

I’m rejoicing, of course. It’s always fun to get a kick out of it every once in a while.

Congratulations, then. I'm sure you'll have fun being doped up. Sounds really exciting.

The asylum’s always lacked security. It’s the only reason why I can get the drugs, just like everyone else.

Okay... so are you complaining or rejoicing? You got to pick a side here. Either it's detrimental or you're happy to get the drugs...

A nuthouse full of drugs

Depends on what you mean by that. If you mean it's the patients having access to other drugs than they should be taking that's the asylum's fault. They should have better security. If it's the patients abusing the meds they're given then there's nothing that can be really helped. It's our fault for not taking them properly and the asylum's fault for not enforcing strict regimen. 

Not really, I can’t have things like that. They need to be in their proper place. None taken, I understand, I’d rather not be rooming with anyone, especially people who find joy in moving my things around because they know it irritates me. I mean, at least Arista doesn’t mean to do it, not really, Morgan just likes to do it for kicks. 

I was agreeing with you. I was saying that if you stayed in the room all the time, wouldn't things seems confined? Rooms are meant to be left, but I get it. It's frustrating to think that when you do things aren't going to be the same when you come back. I'd rather be by myself as well but I'm not sure if we could do that or even if we'd be convincing enough to allow it. I only know one of those names and seem like the kind of person to intention irritate someone. It's childish. 

Why does my new roommate have to keep moving my things? Maybe I should just not leave so she can’t do it any more…

Yeah but then everything will be hidden and then cluttered into one area. Kind of defeats the purpose of having the space. Kind of wish I didn't have a girl for a roommate. No offense, but I just like my privacy. Helps with the whole roommate not touching things when you have privacy. 

For starters, I'm not your love. Stop calling me that. Secondly you're not listening so why am I bothering to speak with you if you're just like them? Mind your own business if you're not going to helpful.

M’not moody! 

And that's all he has to say for it. Okay, you're not moody. Just the weather wasn't that all interesting... and I'm still talking about it. Moving on...

The list ran through his head while he paced, the order that would be most efficient in completing the task at hand. Only a few more minutes and he'd be allowed back into his room for the night, the regulations of the place withholding him from doing so. At the tick of the second, he began for the door, too stuck in his thoughts and precedent-ed order to notice the swing towards him, knocking him back to the floor with a sore on his head. "Sorry," he groaned, rubbing the spot and looking up at the other coming through. 

Who messed what up? Calm down, I’ll help you fix it, please don’t punch anything it won’t help.

Didn't you hear anything?! The orderlies, they were checking the rooms and they messed mine up. They trashed it. I didn't punch anything I just-- I jabbed my finger. No, don't, I can do it myself. 

Fix? Who says you need to fix it? 

It's my side of the room, I already said that. It's not like they're going to clean it and I wouldn't want them to. They're the ones who messed it in the first place and they wouldn't know how.

Are you okay love?

No, I don’t want to go back to solitary! Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Maybe if you stop shouting, they won't send you back and this won't be a problem. 

That was kind of my thought process. They have cold hands, too. If you’re going to be touching me in some way, shape, or form you could at least rub them together or something. Alas, no they keep touching me with cold and uncaring hands. I do get physicals every day. Sometimes twice if I do anything considered strenuous. It’s at least 365 physicals. If not more.

You should make them run their hands under hot water first, have it prepared so it's the first thing they can do and there's no complaint that it's too much trouble to what they already do. At least, and that's a ridiculous amount. Why do you need them so frequently? What exactly counts as strenuous?