Therapy With The Devil

Hell On Earth (A Waste Of Time)


What if you could have therapy with The Devil himself?

“Morning,”

Obviously you would be required to leave out the word good

“Mr Devil, Sir”

Or “Mrs Devil M’am” if she happened to be female that day.

A lot of complaining would be an essential requirement,

“I am so depressed, I can’t be bothered to get out of bed in the morning. What is the point? In fact, I wish I was dead.”

The Devil of course is a liar, and lies about everything.

“Well that is not surprising. It’s a wonder that you survived such an awful childhood, your upbringing was so terrible. You had a really bad childhood.”

“Did I?”

“Yes, you did. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be so unhappy”

“Oh wouldn’t I?”

“No. You had the most shocking and terrible childhood. It’s a wonder you are still alive. If it had been any worse, any worse at all, you probably wouldn’t still be here. It is a miracle that you are still alive. Your parents. They were despicable. Unforgivable, despicable, totally unforgivable, totally despicable, you could never forgive them.”

“Oh, poor me”

“Yes, that’s right poor you.”

That will make sure you feel nice and sorry for yourself, and you will start you asking why your childhood was so terrible. And lot’s of other why questions. You’ve be flung straight into feeling the pain of hell. Gosh does it hurt. And you were conned by the trick of asking why. You’re going to start asking why often and you will think that the pain that you have been thrown into is because of your childhood. You’re going to have to go therapy for years to try and understand and get rid of this terrible pain. And you just left the door wide open for The Devil to walk in and confuse you. Yes you had a few bad experiences but this pain, it just doesn’t account for this level of pain. Your parents must have done something inexplicably dreadful to you, if that is what caused the pain and The Devil says it is so it must be right, and you can’t think of any other explanation for this level of pain. Now The Devil isn’t going to let on that it’s the why question that is the root of all evil, and the consequential confusion and doubt that is causing the pain, The Devil wants you to ask more why questions.

“Why were my parents so despicable, and unforgivable?”

The Devil is about to say oh good, you’re asking why, perfect, but good, is word which not in The Devil’s language.

“Oh baaaddd… I mean, they were so bad. Um, why do you think?”

“Why? … I can’t think, do you think they loved me?”

“Any idiot can say they love you, but no, they didn’t really love you, otherwise you wouldn’t feel so dreadful all the time. I’m the only one who really knows how to love you. You wouldn’t be such a mess if they had loved you like I would have done. Crying shame that parents can get away with such atrocities, there should be a law against parents having children if they’re not capable of loving them. Lucky you’ve got me to show you what love really is. You really didn’t have a hope in hell until you met me. I’m sorry for you, having such dreadful parents. They really were despicable. You just can’t forgive them for what they’ve done to you.