Jens_Hoppe wrote:You're the psychiatrist -you tell us!
I have a friend who is a pshychiatrist, and plays tin whistle in one of our Irish bands (he never reads this board, I hope!). He is most civil to his patients, but when he gets around his friends...well!
I have this other friend who is the most decent person on this planet. He invented those "grab-on" cushioned pads for bicycle handle bars (among other rubber products), made a mint, is involved in world-wide charity, and does personal christian ministries. (I think he stops by to share his faith, rather than just PRAY for this lost soul!).
So, one day these two friends of mine met at the YWCA gym. They kinda became friends. And one day they both happened to stop by my house at the same time, one to play music, the other just to visit.
After the good Dr. left, the ministries guy was still talking about his surprise to learn that I knew the both of them. The Dr. never tells anyone he's a Dr...he just likes to keep a low profile and mingle in with people, and forbids any of us to ever tell anyone either.
So after the Dr. left, the ministries guy asked, "what does he do?" I confided in him that the Dr was a psychiatrist (who mostly works out of town). He burst out laughing, and could hardly stop. I asked what was so funny. He said, "I would have never guessed, because at the Y, every other word is F this and F that, and loud enough for it to get pretty embarrassing. He never gives it a thought, but I was thinking to myself that he needs to see a psychologist!"
(true story)