Jane's Insight

Jane sits in a chair at a treatment center for teenagers and young adults.  She is in an office with a therapist or a counselor.

JANE

So...so how does this work?  You ask me questions and I answer, right?....No...so what am I supposed to do, just like talk...about anything?...Really.  Well that’s lame.  What if I have nothing to say...huh, what about that?  That would screw up the whole process, right?  You know...you know, that staring you are doing, at me...at me, is like some technique to get me to talk?  Right?  Well, it’s not going to work.  The nurse...Nurse "what’s her name" does that...the silent treatment.  I can be asking for drugs...you know, a little pain medication and she does exactly what you are doing...staring.  Oooooo, like that is going to spook me into not asking for some pills....What?  Oh, I see, yeah, OK, you, you are not the nurse, yeah...you're trying to get me to talk...yeah, yeah, you said that.  Well, OK then, I want out of here?  It’s been two months.  Two months and what, four days.  Four days.  The judge said two months max in rehab.  So why, so why am I still here?  Uh?  Why?  Can you tell me that?...Of course not.  Why should you know.  You’re just the shrink.  So how am I doing?  Am I recovered?  Anger management.  I’ve been doing that...lot’s of fucking anger just being managed...I’m managing it.  No drugs, no booze, and I ain’t fucking hit anyone.  Not yet, anyway. Write that down.  Put that in my file.  I am as cured as cured can get.  Yep.  Write that the fuck down.  You know...you know, I hate this place.  You all think it is so easy out there.  Like I should be so goddamn lucky to be alive...and wake up and see the sunrise or the sunset or watch little children play or smell the little fucking flowers.  Well, it ain't that way.  You can't know because you all with your "I am better than you" faces and fancy houses and jobs and all the shit you have...you're are all fucking deluded...you are the deluded ones, not me.  We know, we know, all of us locked away, we know that life sucks.  It's you who are living a lie.  You should be locked away.  I should be sittin' there where you're sittin' and analyzing you.  Got that.  You're the sick one.  Not me.  That's right, not me.