The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

Page 528

New Age Guru

Patricia Primstation had exhausted her now rationed supply of prescription happy pills. Her jitters suggested that she needed another Thursday night trip to the meeting held by her favorite, local, part time residential real estate salesperson; part time, “licensed,” amatory massage therapist; full time morning, neighborhood dog walker; and sometimes spiritual healing agent.

Pat had been at the meetings often enough to have come to the realization that to try to display the damning requisite to hug and appear to “relate,“ even on a detached level, was even more personally loathsome than the “advanced” form of the incarnation; and often inflicted one with that synthetic dead flower scent; the currently fashionable, flagrant, frail, fragrance, otherwise known as natural BO with an atomizer squirt. During the charade, Pat’s admittedly personally biased and impressionistic reaction to her cursory holder generally was that he-she was as severely depressed and desperate as most readers of “Psychology Today,” in search of a “new” disease, willing to settle for a syndrome, or even an acronym. Pat didn’t consider it their fault; unless one cruelly held them to the highest of standards; excepting the unforgivable BO monsters. They were for the most part, merely in search of something “brightly downbeat” to say during their next “New Age,” non-touchy, non-feely head trip; seeing it or hoping