My dad has the psychology degree not me.

So my roomie was going through some emotional problems last night and came home just as I was about to leave the house to grab dinner and hit the bar. Of course since I am a great room-mate I was 100% willing to listen to his tale of woe (and it is a terrible tale) of course by listen to his tale of woe I mean this exchange:

Roomie: (tells me of the situation)
CaliJ: (inner monologue) [‘Damn it man, this story is horrible, it is long complicated and will not have a happy ending what am I supposed to say here?’] “Dude that SUCKS!”
Roomie: “Yes it does I do not think I can deal with this, it is the last straw with her”
CJ: (inner mono) [‘Damn it, did this have to happen after I put in the first month’s rent?’] “We are going out to play beer dice and hit the Tavern and drink”
R: “I think I am just going to stay in”
CJ: “No that is a horrible idea, come out and drink till you cannot remember your name”
R: “I will think about it”
CJ: “You will think only about the directions that I will give you”

So of course 4 hours later and after the use of some sweet wrist-watch walkie talkies in the bar (will post about that later) my roomie had no idea what his name was and was barely cognizant of his name, he also had a hard time believing/remembering that he had to be up in 3 hours to make it to his job. It might not have been the best way to help mend his situation but at least for a few hours he had stopped thinking about it and best of all I had stopped having to listen…man those walkie talkies were sweet (100% game killers but so damn sweet)
--Baker you are the man