Saturday being my off day, I was off to a mall. Entered a book stall. Saw a line of heavy books on Sigmund Freud. Picked up one. Opened a page at random and read this.
Two sisters and their brother lived in the US happily when the brother got a job outside the city and moved out. The sisters kept a paying guest, a handsome man. Both were happy with guy. He was well behaved and the neighbourhood liked him. One day, one of the sisters was in her room when he entered, undressed himself, did not touch her or harm her and moved out. In a few days, he vacated and was almost forgotten. But the sister in this incident started developing symptoms of strange phobia. She fell sick and repeatedly thought that the neighbourhood looked at her with suspicion that she loved the guy and missed him badly. When the psychologist asked her whether any harm was done, she denied. She was in a denial mode throughout. The problem arose as she refused to share the truth with anyone close to her.
Moral: When in trouble, share your views with some confidant. Don’t feel shy.
At this point my phone rang and my girl friend said “Hi”.(Haha, I know, what is in your mind naughty. She’s a friend who happens to be a girl).
Around midnight, I was reading Sidney Sheldon’s Tell Me Your Dreams. There is a page where Dr Salem will hypnotise murder convict Ashley and ask her questions. He will find out that she suffered from multiple personality disorder. It was so gripping I got scared and couldn’t sleep for sometime. Checked the doors and windows, put off the AC and opened the balcony. Are you grinning again?
OK, stay alone, read the book at midnight after having a dose of Freud.
Again Moral: There are hidden dangers if we do not share our thoughts.