At 15 years old I made my therapist laugh hysterically.

So when I was the age stated in the title I was walking along train tracks with a high school friend. I had picked up a half full water bottle from along the tracks and was just carrying it sloshing the water back and fourth as we walked and talked. We came to a bridge section that brought the tracks over a residential street.

We had stopped and were looking down at the street when I noticed a guy walking his dog. Being the rude, impulsive, and society bucking teen that I was, without really thinking, I yelled "I'm an angry youth!" And launched the bottle at the guy. Then took off running before the bottle could even land. I at least did it in such a way that it would land near him but not actually hit the guy and I did hear it hit the ground as I ran.

Few days later when I told my therapist he started laughing hysterically. Having to force himself to stop and wiping a tear from his eye he said something like "How oddly self aware of you. I shouldn't be laughing. Please, don't do things like that. You could have been charged with assault."

Not really related to the story but just wanted to mention, he was an awesome therapist. Definitely the coolest I ever had. He's was a recovering drug addict and alcoholic with many years of clean time of course. He recommended me to read A Clockwork Orange. He also explained to me that I was a budding existentialist (One who ponders and searches for the meaning of life). I believe he himself was Buddhist. He hinted at it but wasn't allowed to tell me flat out. I remember his office within the building was a tiny hole in the wall. Just enough room for his desk, a small bookshelf, and client chair in the corner. He had a framed quote on the wall that read \*I can live in a nutshell and call myself the master of infinite space.\* 15 years later I have always remembered that.

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