User:Dorsh

Dorsh

Enjoys Diablo 2 and polo.

He also knows one story. This story is about an earwig who became a psychiatrist.

Penelope

Penelope Smith Evelyn Winklebillunderberry wasn't a normal psychiatrist. Certainly, one could argue that there are no normal psychiatrists, because only freaks like Jeremy Stotz or Geoffery Chaucer would become psychiatrists, but Penelope was unique. Penelope was an earwig. She got into psychiatry because of a dark time she faced in her teenage years. She was an oft-mocked little bug, mostly for her bug-ness, but also for her tendencies to create bad neologisms such as croof (a cruel spoof) or spenching (for using abbrv. in one's speech). Because of the daily abuse delivered by her peers, Penelope fell into a sub-cultured underground known as the Goths. She began wearing heavy black makeup and uniformly black clothes. After one night of shrooms and seances, Penelope got a large piercing through her upper thorax. Her parents became worried when she began to speak openly and frankly about the absolute lack of meaning in living. She began to set fire to things in her neighborhood, starting with little bits of wood and bugs, and at one point moving up to a whole abandoned house.

The turning point came when Penelope, with a group of disillusioned friends as audience, set a dingy outhouse on fire in a local park. While Penelope was sitting on a bench with her friends, casually drinking a beer, one of the friends, closer to the outhouse, started to shout. She was shouting about a dog. Unbeknownst to Penelope or any of her friends, a dog had been sleeping in the outhouse for warmth. It was trapped inside, and beyond their help.

Afterwards, Penelope left the Goth scene. She stopped drinking, stopped partying with her old friends, and began to work harder in school. She carried with her an immense guilt, and she was driven to lose herself in work, endless work. She received great marks in school, and was the leader of the first Social Responsibility club in her final year. She went to university and found that she was interested most in investigating the kind of guilt and mental anguish that she had gone through. Becoming a psychiatrist, with all the trials she had to face, was the price she paid for what she had done. Hearing other people, her patients, divulge their secrets and their deepest scars, and helping them through these troubles, was the most fufilling thing she had ever experienced. In this way, she is probably a lot like other psychiatrists, despite being an earwig.