“So,” said Tony, “let me pull a Julius. Here’s what I hear: you intended one thing but your words resulted in another thing entirely.”
Philip looked quizzical.
“I mean,” said Tony, “you said that insulting Pam was the last thing in the world you wanted to do. Yet that was exactly what you did, wasn’t it?”
Philip, reluctantly, nodded agreement.
“So,” Tony continued, sounding like a triumphant attorney in cross-examination, “you need to get your intentions and your behavior on the same page. You need to get them congruent – do I have the word right?” Tony looked at Julius who nodded his head. “And that’s why you should be in therapy. Congruency is what therapy is all about.”
“Well argued,” said Philip. “I have no counterargument. You’re right. That is why I need therapy.”
“What?” Tony could not believe his ears. He glanced at Julius, who gave him an “attaboy” nod.
“Catch me, I’m going to faint,” said Rebecca who slumped back in her chair.
“Me, too,” echoed Bonnie and Gill, slumping back as well.
Philip looked around at the sight of half the group in mock unconsciousness and, for the first time since entering the group, grinned.
Gunhild Archer, counselor 