Please read part 1 here.
El cerebo es un tema fascinante, pero Señor Wu era notable.
My colleague Dr. Demyan Emmerich and I were very curious about our main subject Miko Wu.
Being world-renowned psychologists, he and I chose Miko to be involved in our case study of high school’s implicit ways of constructing a caste system due to the fact that Miko was like no other individual we had ever met before.
Dr. Demyan and I have been around the block a few times; we’ve seen everything that is to be seen related to the brain and its extremely intricate workings, fascinating and compelling subjects with conditions no one with an average intelligence could fathom. However, Miko Wu was quite different.
Psychology is my passion; I could never love anything as much as I do the human mind. To call the human mind an “interesting” or “awesome” subject would to serve the entire area of study a complete insult. You might as well call a diamond “pretty” or “decent”—but I digress.
Seeing and observing everything I have seen and observed in my lifetime, Mr. Wu was extremely striking. His record was comparable to the length of the Bible. My memory of the day he walked into our office is crystal clear. Miko Wu is an unforgettable person; utter one word with him and it instantly becomes an indelible memory.
Mr. Wu is the living definition of contrast; he looked like a “normal” (define this word however you please) patient seeking help for a trivial matter: insomnia, dying relatives, or childhood trauma. He briskly walked over to us, slammed his record folder on the desk, and looked me right in the eye. His gaze never left me as he spoke.
“My folder—my folder—it’s gone—I need it back—help me—I need to find it—my life will end if I do not find it—Don’t just sit there!—I need to find my folder!—It’s quite simple.—It’s a plain, ordinary, purple folder.—Where is it?—Do you know where it is?—I can’t live my life without it.”
At a loss for words, I averted my eyes for a tenth of a second. That’s all he needed to set him off.
“I NEED MY FOLDER! WHY CAN’T YOU HELP ME FIND MY FOLDER? I’VE TORN MY HOUSE APART; THE CARPETS ARE RIPPED UP, BOOKS WERE TOSSED ON THE GROUND, I’M A SECOND AWAY FROM TEARING OFF THE DRYWALL.”
Dr. Emmerich, captivated by this outburst, tried to console him. He tried to shift Mr. Wu’s attention away from me, mistaking my insight for fear.
“Mr. Wu, we will most definitely help you look for your folder, whatever that object may be, but get a hold of yourself—sit down.”
Miko shot a glare at Dr. Emmerich. He glanced at me again and with a sigh of despair, sat down. His stiff posture emitted a tense aura; I decided to rethink my actions and adjust to his obviously fragile state.
“Mr. Wu, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Allow me to introduce myself formally; I am Dr. Calina Gregor and this is my colleague Dr. Demyan Emmerich. What brings you to our office today?”
“Open the manila envelope. You’ll see…”
Following his instructions, Emmerich opened the envelope and a flood of pink slips began tumbling out onto the desk. We both grabbed a few. They were, to our surprise, referrals—from 100 different psychoanalysts, psychologists, and therapists. Each one was nicely printed, with an indecipherable scribble at the bottom; remarkably, on all of the slips, “Reason for Reference” was always left blank.
I turned to Emmerich, as Miko was deeply focused on some incipient thought, and whispered, “He has a million referrals without listed reason. Who is this kid and why haven’t we heard of his name before? He’s a psychological mess!”
“Well obviously he was referred to us because we are so brilliant.”
“Emmerich: focus. This kid has some serious issues that are boiling underneath his skin; something isn’t right. In fact, he may not be a psychological mess; he might be a psychological gold mine!”
“Gregor, there is nothing we can’t solve. We’ve helped thousands of people before; Wu will not be any different. There’s something with his gaze, I’ve noticed. It’s so intense yet I can see the fragility behind it. I don’t know what the hell this folder is, but its significance is monumental. Finding this folder could result in life or death.”
Before I could reply, I heard Mr. Wu clear his throat. We turned back to him. He didn’t move.
“I assume you two masterminds will help me find my folder. Here is a box full of evidence I’ve compiled. When is my next appointment?”
“Next appointment? But you just arrived fifteen minutes ago, Mr. Wu,” I exclaimed. “We still have 45 minutes in our session.”
“For once, I have to agree with Dr. Gregor. You simply must stay the whole session; we have a lot to discuss, especially since this is your first appointment.”
“Can you two honestly sit there with your high-hats and impressive doctorates hanging above your head, expecting me to believe that you are not concerned about this folder? I presumed ingenious professionals like yourselves would see the magnitude of this catastrophe! Give me my next referral, please. Dr. Hayes was obviously erroneous when she said you were the best psychologists in this universe.”
“Mr. Wu, we are indeed the best this world has to offer at the time but in order to empathize with you over a folder, containing items of such gravitas, you need to stay for the rest of your session and discuss it with us,” I replied.
He scoffed and looked away. “You all are so senseless. Who can’t see the importance this folder holds?”
Emmerich sighed and decided to give in for the both of us. “Mr. Wu, I will make a compromise with you.” He looked at Emmerich. “If we allow you to leave your session early today, you have to stay the entire time next week. It’s the only way we can help you.”
Mr. Wu shook his head, took his appointment card, and walked out. I turned towards Emmerich and said, “This is going to be interesting.”
Signing off,
Dr. Calina Gregor | The brain is more than you can imagine.
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