What is it with shrinks and their dogs? I went to a TrickCyclist today who works from the downstairs of her house and there was a huge smelly black labrador laying under her desk. Not only was there a dog under her desk, but her ‘office’ and I use the term loosely seemed to double as a media room with a couch and big screen TV and also served purpose as home gym with treadmill, exercise bike and weight bench too. There were Schmackos on her desk and stuff piled on every available surface. A rack of Yoga DVDs and home made art works hanging on the walls. The whole room smelled like wet dog and there was knick knacks and ornaments all over the place. There was so much to look at in the room that I found it hard to concentrate on what the TrickCyclist was saying.
If a messy desk is supposedly a sign of a creative mind then this woman must have been Pieter Breugel in a former life. I’ve never seen so much junk ad clutter in one place. There were piles of National Geographic in one corner, manilla folders full of various papers all stacked high in another, two ceramic candelabra on a sideboard (one intact and one broken), old maps of Vietnam on the back of the door, a well used yellow pages holding up a broken coffee table leg, a couch that was covered in rugs that were covered in cat hair, a fish tank so grotty you couldn’t see the fish, old photos c1920ish in frames on the TV cabinet, a bookcase crammed full with psychology texts and yoga and relaxation books, turkish style rugs on the floor that were covered in stains and even when Digger the labrador got up and left from under the desk… the wet dog smell remained.
But in spite of all this clutter that made me feel dreadfully uncomfortable… the one thing that kept disturbingly drawing my eye and convinced me that there was something seriously ‘wrong’ with this woman was the copy of The Russian Ark that was on top of her DVD shelf.
Why on earth would ANYONE buy that movie?
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