I find the idea of going to see someone for your emotional "problems" quite entertaining. You go to a little room with no windows, you sit and tell the person all your syptoms then they basically say...hey you have a problem and this is what is wrong with you. If you really cared what was wrong do you think you would have spent an hour telling a complete stranger about your childhood. You don't want to know what is wrong, you want some damn drugs to make it all better. And fred is real...no matter what they tell me!!!