You have two obvious options, Jeff. [Said Chilton, in his calming therapeutic voice.] Either submit to psychotherapy on a regular basis to address techniques in tandem with medication, or find someone who could painlessly castrate you.
I'm guessing the hormonal imbalance begins with your testosterone, but that could be more trial and error.
[A sulky gulp of his coffee and then shoving it away like he's done with it. Or done with these suggestions, either one.]
My hormones are just fine. Even my oestrogen levels are considered perfect. They're not the problem. [His ego is the problem, he just can't admit that because, y'know, ego.]
Look, if I do that psychotherapy crap, can you promise me you'll actually be able to help it?
[He stood -- with a smirk and a wink, because Chilton could wield pop culture in his pretentious way, just as well as any psychiatrist! He took his leave with a swift, masculine nod.
[Nerds are so gross and not at all something he approves of, obviously. Because he totally wasn't talking about comics and stuff only minutes ago.]
I'll be in touch.
[For now, though, he'll stay where he is. Spend just a little longer with a college that isn't quite his but enough of a reminder of something from home.]
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I'm guessing the hormonal imbalance begins with your testosterone, but that could be more trial and error.
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[A sulky gulp of his coffee and then shoving it away like he's done with it. Or done with these suggestions, either one.]
My hormones are just fine. Even my oestrogen levels are considered perfect. They're not the problem. [His ego is the problem, he just can't admit that because, y'know, ego.]
Look, if I do that psychotherapy crap, can you promise me you'll actually be able to help it?
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[Which is quite the lie -- but doesn't it sound reassuring?]
Think about it, won't you? And get back to me with your decision. I'll find the time to schedule you in.
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Fine. I'll think about it. I can't guarantee I won't smash your place up though.
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[He stood -- with a smirk and a wink, because Chilton could wield pop culture in his pretentious way, just as well as any psychiatrist! He took his leave with a swift, masculine nod.
A balance to his blip of humor.]
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[Nerds are so gross and not at all something he approves of, obviously. Because he totally wasn't talking about comics and stuff only minutes ago.]
I'll be in touch.
[For now, though, he'll stay where he is. Spend just a little longer with a college that isn't quite his but enough of a reminder of something from home.]