Scene: A psychiatrist’s office. A boy looks oddly out of place in his torn, tattered clothing that looks out-of-this-world (but not in an alien way, a fantasy story kind of way)lays on the weird looking couch that is always in these places. The Psychiatrist looks up from scribbling on clipboard.

Psychiatrist: Now Nathaniel, would please tell me about your problem?

Scene: A psychiatrist’s office. A boy looks oddly out of place in his torn, tattered clothing that looks out-of-this-world (but not in an alien way, a fantasy story kind of way)lays on the weird looking couch that is always in these places. The Psychiatrist looks up from scribbling on clipboard.

Psychiatrist: Now Nathaniel, would please tell me about your problem?

Nathaniel: I can’t remember.

Psychiatrist: Ah so it’s a case of short-term memory loss?

Nathaniel: No, I meant that I’ve lost all my memory. I can remember impressions such as, I knew I liked my sister and I haven’t forgotten how to spell, but I didn’t know who my sister was until I was told.

Psychiatrist: Interesting, *Scribbles furiously* and how do you feel about that?

Nathaniel: Super annoyed

Psychiatrist: Really? How is that?

Nathaniel: Because, I how do I know that what people tell me is true? And besides, how would you fell if you lost your memory?

Psychiatrist: I’m a psychiatrist

Nathaniel: You’re a sick what?

Psychiatrist: No, a psychiatrist. I spend all day trying to get people to ramble on and on about themselves and am not aloud to talk about myself. I mostly not even aloud to talk unless it is to ask a question. If I had a mentally disturbed cancer patient, I couldn’t tell about my fight and victory over cancer to encourage said person. If an obsessed gardener came in, I wouldn’t be able to use analogies from my gardening life to guide him back to reality. If I had amnesiac, I could tell them that I forgot everything for a short time and then one day I was boxing and the chandelier where I was boxing came off the ceiling and hit me square on the head and helped me to recover my lost memory. And that’s why I will not answer your question on how I would feel if I lost my memory.

Nathaniel: Goodbye.

Psychiatrist: Where are you going?

Nathaniel: I think I’ll go boxing! THE END