Psychological Problem
Some time ago I attended a dinner in a hotel. A teacher called Naomi introduced me to a couple.
"Mr. Lo, meet Mr and Madam Sim, they are my close friends," said Naomi.
"Nice to meet you." I shook hands with the couple.
"Are you a teacher like Naomi?" asked Mr. Sim.
"Yes, I am."
"Kelvin, one look at Mr. Lo tells me that he has some psychological problem," said Madam Sim, in a shrill voice that drew attention.
"Ya, you're right," concurred Mr. Sim.
"Mr Lo, both Mr and madam Sim have a doctorate degree in psychology," said Naomi.
"Do you really have a psychological problem?" a man cut in.
"I agree with the couple," said a woman, nodding. " Mr. Lo is extraordinarily quiet."
Everyone was looking at me, some with curiosity and some with contempt. I felt humiliated.
"Mr. Lo, contact me when you need help," said Mr. Sim, handing me his business card. "I will try my best to help you."
"How privileged you are, Mr. Lo," said Naomi.
Not saying a word, I tucked the card into my trouser pocket and returned to my table.
The next morning, I received a phone call from Mr. Sim.
"Hello, Mr. Lo."
"Hello, Mr. Sim, how did you get my number?"
"Naomi gave me your number. I would like to discuss your problem with you."
"What is my problem?"
"If I am not wrong, you suffer from bipolar disorder. I detected that from your body language."
I fell quiet. It is true that I suffer from bipolar disorder.
"Hello, Mr. Lo?"
Although he was right, he did not have the right to pry into my life. Hadn't he shamed me enough during the dinner?
"Hello, Mr. Lo, are you there?"
"Yes, I am," was my curt answer.
"When do you think you can come over to my place and talk about your problem?"
"No, I won't come," I said, gritting my teeth.
"Come on, don't be like that," said Mr. Sim. "Don't let your negativity get the better of you."
"No matter what you say," I retorted. "I will not come. Don't you realize that you are harassing me?"
With that, I switched off my cell phone. That fellow should learn how to respect the privacy of others.
"Mr. Lo, meet Mr and Madam Sim, they are my close friends," said Naomi.
"Nice to meet you." I shook hands with the couple.
"Are you a teacher like Naomi?" asked Mr. Sim.
"Yes, I am."
"Kelvin, one look at Mr. Lo tells me that he has some psychological problem," said Madam Sim, in a shrill voice that drew attention.
"Ya, you're right," concurred Mr. Sim.
"Mr Lo, both Mr and madam Sim have a doctorate degree in psychology," said Naomi.
"Do you really have a psychological problem?" a man cut in.
"I agree with the couple," said a woman, nodding. " Mr. Lo is extraordinarily quiet."
Everyone was looking at me, some with curiosity and some with contempt. I felt humiliated.
"Mr. Lo, contact me when you need help," said Mr. Sim, handing me his business card. "I will try my best to help you."
"How privileged you are, Mr. Lo," said Naomi.
Not saying a word, I tucked the card into my trouser pocket and returned to my table.
The next morning, I received a phone call from Mr. Sim.
"Hello, Mr. Lo."
"Hello, Mr. Sim, how did you get my number?"
"Naomi gave me your number. I would like to discuss your problem with you."
"What is my problem?"
"If I am not wrong, you suffer from bipolar disorder. I detected that from your body language."
I fell quiet. It is true that I suffer from bipolar disorder.
"Hello, Mr. Lo?"
Although he was right, he did not have the right to pry into my life. Hadn't he shamed me enough during the dinner?
"Hello, Mr. Lo, are you there?"
"Yes, I am," was my curt answer.
"When do you think you can come over to my place and talk about your problem?"
"No, I won't come," I said, gritting my teeth.
"Come on, don't be like that," said Mr. Sim. "Don't let your negativity get the better of you."
"No matter what you say," I retorted. "I will not come. Don't you realize that you are harassing me?"
With that, I switched off my cell phone. That fellow should learn how to respect the privacy of others.
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