In defiance of all the usual laws of therapy, Lily Allen has been advised to quit her journey of self exploration and understanding due to the fact that she is happy with her new boyfriend. Apparently all you guys out there who see therapists donīt need to do that, you just need to get yourself some good old fashioned puppy love.
Lily says: īShe was like, īRight, you donīt need to come any more. Frankly, itīs a waste of your money. Youīre happy.ī Iīve never felt like this before in my entire life. I actually donīt have one bad thing to say about anything.ī
Anyone else recognize the telltale symptoms of new love? I donīt know where the hell she got the therapist who decided that being infatuated and hormone dazed constituted deep inner happiness, but sheīs probably better off without her. Just give it a few months. The guy will start leaving the toilet seat up, never using a coaster, and probably being caught doing cocaine off the hairless genitalia of strippers in a hotel room. Then letīs see what happens to all this newfound happiness eh?
