Advice, all he heard was advice, advice, from his teachers, from his parents, just about everyone, wanted to give him advice. His parents, who argued daily, advising him, teachers who wanted to see the back of him, advising him, as if he hadn’t enough, he was getting more advice, advice on what to do, advice on how to escape, his upbringing. Had enough, he had enough, the doctor wants to put me on medication, medication, for what, for being honest. The day he tried to throw his father off the balcony, he meant it, he had enough.
Ten years later he waits for the therapist, his fourth in six months, for more advice. Waiting he picks up a magazine, the good parent guide book, he looks at it, dismiss’s it, ten years too late. His young years were lost, his parents being hippies, didn’t approve of Christmas. Imagine it, they smiling at him, their friends, discussing the great philosophers, the wisdom of old, the way Rousseau wanted children to have real life experience when young, like visiting prisons, hospitals, these things they could discuss, as for Christmas, it was a capitalist plot to relieve you of your money. That was the argument they used, we are different, we are not like the other lot. Saved them from giving up the booze or rearing us. Perhaps Rousseau might be impressed with the real education we endured. I just want to enjoy Christmas like all the other children, is that enough?.
Solomon sighed, why couldn’t all the religious tribes enjoy the season, and put the interests of their children’s future first. Allowing them to make friends was the start, is that enough.
If you take four of these a day, they should begin to affect you in about a week, if you feel squeamish that is normal, if you get sick i wouldn’t worry, but if it continues for a day or more, come see me. Same time next week smiles the doctor, I have had enough, amen.