When I was a kid I got court ordered to go and talk to these bitches who were all on about my feelings and what have you. I went catatonic on em and wouldn’t say a word. The best they ever got out of me was when they put a video game system in the office and just let me play for an hour while the bitch did some other paperwork.
I mean, who needs someone to sit there and tell them whether they’re right or wrong in their feelings?
QED Romans 1:24 ?