My last correspondence with the chic from high school went a little like this:
HER EMAIL: I'm studying psychology in hope of becoming an art therapist.
MY REPLY: An art therapist, eh? Is that someone who helps you get over really bad art? There's plenty of it around these days... especially in public places - I'm sure you'll never be out of work!
Obviously my attempt at humour didn't go down too well as I haven't heard from her since.
Then again I think anyone involved in art is super-sensitive and should steer clear of me.
The Process. Your Mileage May Vary.
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