ALLO-HA !!!

I wrote this story for the German class to test whether I had literary genius ...

As the name suggests, before that we went through Goethe's "The Sorrows of Young Werther", at that time the cult of genius came up >>

So, the task was to find a stone and write about it, no matter what, no matter how long, no matter what style ...

I decided to have a psychoanalytic interview XD

I wish you

HAVE FUN GETTING CRAZY !!!!

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Old Stain's sufferings

This is the story of the psychologist Dr. Sieglinde Leid * and her patient Marmore Stain *.

*) The names were changed to disguise their identity and were fictitious. The data subjects want to remain anonymous. Similarities or likenesses with real people or celebrities are not intended and should not be considered offensive or contemptible in any way.Thank you for your understanding,
the also anonymous author.

The story begins on a sunny day in April when Dr. Sieglinde Leid closed the large window in her practice and smiled at the little birds who were hopping around on her window sill. It was sunny, but the wind could quickly blow away the euphoria at the beginning of spring and bring autumn temperatures into the practice, in which one should actually feel comfortable.
With a resigned sigh, she sank into her leather chair and leafed through her notebook, reading through her comments on the previous "guest".
She would be able to solve his problem soon, but since this someone is a bit difficult to understand, she could postpone his sessions with her and earn a nice penny with him.
Basically, the people who come to her, want them to have long and many sessions with her, want to spend a lot of money on psychological counseling!Only then do they notice that they are helping themselves or that they are being helped. Most of the time, this knowledge is enough to free them from their problems.
But the next guest who would enter your practice is of a completely different kind ...

The doorbell rang, Dr. Sieglinde startled and opened the door by pressing a button on a piece of equipment on her desk. She looked expectantly in the direction of the anteroom. Actually, she hadn't made an appointment for today. So who else would come?
Her practice, which looked more like a very expensive apartment, was entered by a man in his mid-fifties, with a slightly firmer build.
"Good evening, sorry for disturbing you late, but ..."
"It's okay, good evening! Don't worry, I would have had something to do anyway!"
Smiling friendly, she got up from her comfortable chair and held out her manicured hand. The man took it hesitantly and shook it lightly."So ... my name is Marmore Stain and I would love to be your new patient if you don't mind."
The psychologist nodded thoughtfully.
"Of course it doesn't bother me, but I prefer to call it a" guest "as a patient, that sounds so derogatory. Please sit down first! So what exactly is your problem in the broadest sense?"
As if sitting on broken pieces, he sat down in the armchair on the other side of the dark wooden table and put his hands on his knees. You didn't have to be a behaviorist to realize that this man clearly had higher-spherical problems. The name alone would have caused mental stress for our doctor! Slightly ashamed, Mr. Stain looked at his hands and said softly, with a rather cold undertone:
"I am a stone"
Yes, you don't hear something like that very often ...
"You mean you have a heart made of stone ...?" Sieglinde asked.
"No, you heard right, I AM a stone!And nobody takes me seriously about it! "
Now the doctor had to scrape together her psychological knowledge from all of her studies so as not to say the wrong thing. If she contradicted him now, she would only confirm his inferiority complexes ... so she had to get on with him first. And stay calm and relaxed.
"Well, so you ARE a stone. How am I supposed to understand that? Describe your current situation to me."
"Well, I'm cold. Not cold-hearted, but somehow cold and rough on the outside. Even my wife says that. She has to notice it, after all, it is a finely polished, round stone from a clear lake ..."
"So are you married too? Do you have children?"
"Well, you can't really call it married, I live with her. A wedding between stones is difficult. We have children too, three of them! They are still young, so we can't yet tell whether they're girls or boys. "The eyes of Dr. Sieglinde's suffering was visibly increasing. She had never seen anything like it in her long career! Stones that marry? Or not do it but have kids? She saw immediately that this conversation could take longer and put away her little notebook. Instead she got a college pad, Din. A4, checked out and fished a cheapsdorf ballpoint pen out of the drawer. She didn't want to write on this cheap paper with her expensive Lamy fountain pen. That would have been a waste.
"Okay, so I'll leave that in the room ..."
"Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
"Me? Not me, but you apparently, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me ..."
"No, I have no problem with my wife or the kids, if that's what you mean!"
"But definitely with their existence. I don't know many people who claim to be a stone, and even fewer people who even live with a stone!Is your wife really a stone or a person who thinks she is one? Do you belong to any sect? Maybe Steinhova's witnesses? You never know what kind of ideas people will come up with. If you are a member of a sect or a secret organization, please tell us right away, then you don't need my help, or I don't want to help you there. Themselves to blame."
"What an allegation! Me and sect? That I don't laugh, you come up with ideas! Do you want to insult me? And of course my wife is a stone! I met her fifteen years ago, at a lake in Lower Austria wanted to kill me then ... "
Dr. Suffering wrote down a few keywords:
Childhood trauma?
Hallucinations
Existence and identity disorders
Attempted suicide.
Mr. Stain peeked curiously at her notes over and over again in order to be able to see something, but he didn't quite succeed.
She looked up again and looked at him carefully."You wanted to kill yourself? Why, please tell me, that could be important!"
"My mother died back then, she drowned while she was on vacation. When I found out about it, I didn't want to live anymore and go into the lake. I couldn't swim, you must know. But after the second step into the lake Water, I slipped on this stone and fell back into the dry. This stone was YOU.
"The attempt went wrong because of your wife."
"Yes, exactly! She helped me, she saved me! First of all, of course, she was upset that I had stepped on her, and then she apologized for her smooth skin and we talked for a long time."
"To chat?"
"Yes about God and the world ... I didn't tell her that I wanted to kill myself. And after this long conversation I decided to take her home with me. I fell in love with her straight away, it was amazing!" ... "
"You fell in love with a stone as a HUMAN, did I understand you correctly?""Yes, you have."
"How can you build feelings about a stone? Even better, how can you TALK with a stone ???"
"You don't understand that, you are a normal person"
"You are a normal person too! And by God not a stone!"
"Don't discuss it with me, just discuss my problem!"
"In my opinion THAT is your problem! Or is there another one?"
"Yes. But first I'll explain how I communicate with my wife."
"Oh yes, please, I'm interested in that too!"
"Well, then watch out: I look at her, I feel into her and she speaks to me. Only I hear it, or whoever else speaks to her. I touch her and feel how she feels. This relationship between us is very intimate, very emotional! But you, Frau Doktor, are too rational to understand something like that, aren't you? You are even too rational to exchange emotions with a person. no picture or something. Then how could you understand the love between my wife and me? ""Now listen to me, Mr. Stain! Are you the psychiatrist here or me? What are you doing to judge me and my emotionality!"
"What do you think of to judge my wife's love for me and vice versa? Do you know us both? Have you ever tried to talk to a stone?"
"No, but I'm talking to my plants."
"And what do they say?"
"Nothing."
"Yes, exactly, NOTHING! And do you know why? Because you don't talk to them, only TO them. And the only thing that is good for the plants is the CO2 that you breathe into them!"
Sieglinde, offended, crossed out a word on her list:
Attempted suicide.
If he wasn't in the water up to his ankles and then fell, that has nothing to do with suicide, that is not even washing his feet.
She neatly underlined the word hallucinations. That should mean correctly.
Then she looked at the word existence or identity problems.
"Mr. Marmore Stain ... I don't mean to fool you, you really are the strangest patient I've ever had.""I thought you'd better call that GUEST?"
"Yes, actually, but you are clearly in a class of your own. So patient, because you could take longer."
"Well at least they're so open and tell me that in my face."
"I can write it down for you, too, if you prefer ... oh yes, may I call you Marmore? That's easier for me"
"Yes, if you like, with pleasure. May I also say Sieglinde? Or Siggi?"
"No, please don't, I want to keep this distance. Thank you."
"Oh, I understand, you are belittling me by calling me by my first name and appearing to yourself more upscale. Well, it should be fine with me if you then bring through your authority as a psychologist better, please."
"Well, if you want to see it that way. Let's continue with the subject. I can still understand that your name naturally biases you into feeling like a stone. But that you think you are one, I find grotesque! When I look at you, I see