My therapist asked me this week if I was truthful with her. "Mostly," I said, "except sometimes, I'm wary of your agenda." She smiled and asked me what her agenda was. "I think you want me to say, 'Fuck you world, I'm gonna do what I want,'" I told her. She laughed and said that she really didn't have much of an agenda. "That's frightening," I said. She admitted that she tries to speak what she hears me say. "Then I guess that would make it my agenda," I told her. "I am wary of my agenda." She asked me what I wanted that was so frightening. "Apparently, I want to say 'Fuck you world, I'm gonna do what I want.'" She thought this was funny, too. I could destroy people with what I want, she said. "I would have to be a pretty angry guy to do that," I said, "Are you saying you think I'm an angry guy?" She told me that she thought I was an angry guy, but that she was not afraid of me. "I guess that makes my silence powerful," I told her. She asked if I planned to save the world with my silence. "That would be nice," I said. She asked if I was really that nice. I paused, and said, "No, I want to say 'Fuck you world, I'm gonna do what I want.'" She said that there wasn't much more as a counselor she could do to help me. I asked, "Is that what you think or what I'm saying?"