December 6,
2006
Sure, But
Can You Rub Your Therapist’s Tummy?
Therapists
may occasionally ask thought-provoking questions, but the best
therapists get patients talking, helping them to learn they have more on
their minds than they realized.
Sales jobs
are not very different. In the presence of an effective salesperson, a
customer will forget to breathe or start new sentences, and by the end
of the conversation, will have unwittingly agreed to commit the next
three years’ grocery money to a 68-inch plasma TV, or an all-in-one
printer/copier/fax machine/home security system.
Obviously,
the perk of calling oneself a therapist is that the money is guaranteed
up front.
In my
experience in sales, customers have helped me unearth the truth about
Enron, the Iraq war, Sacha Baron Cohen, and why Grandma Mildred’s nephew
now drinks his coffee with three Splendas instead of two Sugars in the
Raw. It has come to my attention that the elderly like to clench my arm
when engaged in conversation, and in a cruel twist of fate, are
inexperienced with breath mints.
It is
interesting how people evolve in the eyes of a salesman. At first, they
maintain the appearance of individuals with hopes, dreams and car
payments. Before long, they all begin to look like loosely secured bank
accounts. But over time, they begin to resemble boring, monotone
non-fiction books on tape, projecting from tape players without
stop/eject buttons. This is why people who have been in sales for too
long inevitably lose touch with reality. They’ve been pumped so full of
the public’s ceaseless ramblings that they lose their ability to
distinguish between those conversations that may lead to commission and
those about which, at a previous time, they may have actually cared.
The primary
difference between a customer’s trip home from a used car dealership and
the trip home from an appointment with a therapist is that, after
spending exorbitant amounts on a used car with a leaky transmission, you
promptly realize you were duped and begin to wish you had kept the
details of your lazy kidney to yourself.
The truth
is, salespeople are no more crooked than therapists. They generally make
less money, and are the butts of a multitude of derisive jokes. When you
think about it, it seems much more logical to pay a salesperson to
listen to your tired stories than a certified therapist, because at
least by the end of the episode, you might leave with something of
resale value.
If you find
yourself still listening to my ramblings, allow me to impart some
advice. Buy a pet. They actually enjoy hearing you ramble, and if you
are fortunate, they may even care. As pet-owners will always attest,
quadrupeds seem to understand them as well or better than a biped with a
degree. And all that concern about confidentiality, consider it no
longer. You may notice neighborhood pets snickering behind your back,
but it’s considerably less embarrassing than the human alternative. It’s
even cost-effective. All you have is a one-time fee that determines your
therapist’s species, and afterward, some negligible fees for maintenance
and upkeep. You’ll save thousands. And when’s the last time your
therapist let you rub their tummy? It’s probably the most therapeutic
activity ever invented, but for whatever reason, paid therapists won’t
put up with it for a second. Pets, on the other hand, encourage the
activity, which is probably because they can tell that it relaxes us.
I think
that most people simply desire to be heard. But unfortunately, what they
have to say is, at least to human ears, unbearable to listen to.
Consider venturing outside the boundaries of same-species therapy. And
bear in mind, though I’m not entirely convinced that salespeople retain
their status as humans after several years, there are far too few who
are decent enough to allow you to rub their bellies. I guess it’s just
another weird human thing.
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