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Toko

How are you feeling, Lain?

Lain

I’m doing ok. How about you, Toko-san?

Toko

Pretty much as always. I could use a little more time to relax a little, though.

Lain

You’re very busy?

Toko

Yes… Ha, ha. Now our roles are reversed. I feel like you are counseling me.

Lain

Ha, ha

Toko

Ha, ha. By the way, what did you decide to do about the diary?

Lain

I decided to keep a diary.

Toko

Wow, that’s great! I didn’t waste my money right before payday.

Lain

I’ll pay you for the diary.

Toko

I’m joking, I’m joking. But I get paid well anyway. For the money I earn, the diary may have been a bit cheap. Oh, no. This isn’t good. I’m just yacking on about myself.

Lain

But you’re funny, Sensei. You’re a lot of fun.

Toko

Ha, ha. Well, why don’t we begin? Let’s pick up where we left off last time. Have you learned the word “ego” at school?

Lain

Uh huh. I looked into it. It’s about knowing that you are yourself?

Toko

Right. People around your age can get unsure about that. They ask themselves “what kind of person am I?” Boys sometimes think that they are heroes and that they will accomplish some superhuman feat someday. Girls sometimes imagine that they don't belong with their own families. They think instead that they are members of a rich elite family, and that a prince on a white steed will come one day to take them away. Kids your age sometimes believe these things for real.

Lain

I don’t feel that way. I think that I’m just me.

Toko

But It’s hard to tell what you are just by yourself, isn’t it? When I was younger, I thought that there was a different me, and that somehow I wasn't the person I was at the time.

Lain

A different me?

Toko

Yes. For example, if there was something happening that I didn’t like, I wondered why I had to be the one dealing with it. I thought there had to be some kind of mistake. I thought that someday I would return to the real me. I also thought things like, if there was a big earthquake, everyone would die, but I would be the only survivor. I thought that I was someone special; someone “chosen.” In another words, I believed in a “me” that could not be. It’s funny, isn’t it?

Lain

I don’t believe that I’m anyone chosen. I’m ok with being ordinary.


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