Analyse Me, won't you?

So. Today in school, we were told that we'd be visiting an old lady who is going to act as a psychologist.

The old lady is a NUN. A freaking NUN.

It might just be me,  maybe I'm just more emotionally withdrawn, maybe I just have WALLS. But DUDE. She's a freaking nun for a reason. Now, don't get me wrong, I originate somewhere in the same roots, I was left there anyway, but I do believe in the idea of telling a total stranger your Stuff. Um my belief may be slightly deviant: I believe in losing yourself, talking to people you're not ever going to meet again. And you can only lose yourself if you're drunk. So yes. I'm going off a tangent here, but this reminds me of a song:

You're a stranger
So what do I care
You vanish today
Not the first time I hear
                                    - "A Stranger", A Perfect Circle

Okay. So, coming back to The Point. So what the hell am I supposed to do? I suppose I'll just make up stuff, if I'm driven by desperation, that is. But the thing is, we were 'advised' to be 'completely honest'. Maybe I'll tell her how I'm getting a bit obssessive about certain things. Maybe I'll say nothing. Maybe it'll be really awkward. It WILL be really awkward. That Lady always reminds me of a crow. I do not like crows. Nope, not me. Maybe I'll tell her nothing. Maybe I'll say that life really sucks. Maybe I'll say nothing. Maybe, maybe I'll tell her that my Economics teacher picks on me. Maybe I'll say nothing. Maybe I'll say I'm shit-scared. Maybe I'll say nothing. Maybe I'll tell her I have no idea what's going on. Maybe I'll tell her I'm lost. Maybe I'll say nothing...

uh huh. No please.

... but she's a Nun...

She can't know.