For the modern America, the psychiatrist is a professional love doctor of life. When you feel low or when you're moping into distress, who else can be your best buddy but your shrink. In short, you buy out a listener for hourly sessions that more or less have you talking about the inner depths of your restlessness. As for John, the dumb old therapist laid out the factors for his stress. He's pressured by forever measuring up to the standards of his boss and his mother-in-law. John's spirit was bottled up that it's ready to explode any minute now. Next was his wife who's as frigid as hell to even spice up
their married life making him feel inadequate as a man. He also felt that things in his life were drifting apart. He's a bozo endlessly juggling up the fragile balls in his life.
