Saturday, January 21, 2006

M&Ms Phobia


I recently visited my therapist to talk about my fears, in particular of M&Ms.Therapist: Tell me what happened.
Me: Well. Somebody at work just came back from vacation.

Therapist: (didn’t say anything but has the inquisitive look)

Me: He brought chocolates and placed them on my table with the note, “Enjoy the M&Ms. Don’t worry I didn’t buy them from ShopRite).

Therapist: (Nods)

Me: I had a hysterical attack. I freaked out and started shouting.

Therapist: Okay.

Me: It lasted about twenty minutes until I calmed down.

Therapist: What happened?

Me: I have an M&M phobia. Not the peanut one but the plain one.

Therapist: I’m listening.

Me: When I was a kid, I used to love M&Ms. I usually take the pieces out of the pack, place them in a plate and arrange them based on colors.

Therapist: (listening intensely)

Me: However, things changed back during my Junior year in High School.

Therapist: Why? What happened?

Me: Well there was this nasty guy.

Therapist: Did he steal your candies?

Me: Nope. He didn’t do that. He had a bad habit of picking his nose all the time. My friends even joke about him that he should use a shovel to pick up the nasty stuff in his nose.

Therapist: Okay

Me: One time, one of my classmates brought M&Ms which she bought when she was on vacation.

Therapist: Okay

Me: Actually, she brought different chocolates, maybe five packs of different stuff and placed them on a vacant table located next to the door. There was one pack of M&M plains, not the pack with individual packages, but just one big container for the candies.

Therapist: Please continue.

Me: At that point, the nasty nose picker just finished working on his nose. When he saw the chocolates, he opened the M&M pack and grabbed a handful. Of course, this turned the rest of my classmates off, and nobody ever touched the M&Ms.

Therapist: Okay

Me: However, I came home late that day. So I didn’t see the whole hoola baloo of the nose picker. When I entered the door, the first thing I saw was the M&Ms. Since I loved M&Ms, I grabbed a handful and ate them.

Therapist: I see, there’s a problem there, but there’s also a solution to that for sure. But that’s it for now. So see you next week.