The Lying Counselor’s Eloquent Reasoning - Chapter 33
“Thank you very much for last week, Dr. Uroma.”
Well, this was the usual Takahiko Uroma Counseling Room. But today, unlike other days, a client was present. However, contrary to typical times, he seemed to be quite content. Sitting on a folding chair, the man was in his late forties. He was dressed in a sweatshirt and shorts, and his head was bald, with a severe hairline.
There are such days like these too, Tomomi thought wistfully next to the man. She didn’t have knowledge of what had unfolded between this man and Uroma last week, as she was not around.
“Hmmm. From the looks of it, you seem to have completely rebounded from your heartbreak, don’t you?”
“Yes! Since then, I’ve been paying attention to news programs, newspapers, weekly magazines, and internet news every day, just like you told me to. Mainly entertainment news. And then I found out. You were right, there are plenty of people in the world who are more unfortunate than I am!”
Takimoto was talking about something disconcerting with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Oh, it’s so thrilling that that musician got caught for drugs! That’s the third time in a row. I guess it’s impossible for him to make a comeback.”
“This time, the woman he was sleeping with when he was arrested died suspiciously. The circumstances are different from the last time.”
“Yeah, yeah! That guy killed a person, didn’t he? In the past, he used to sell a million albums, but he’s fallen off the edge. It’s hilarious.”
Takimoto was happily giggling and laughing at…
“Also, that actress who died of cancer was a masterpiece. She was younger than me, you know. Even then, she was a successful actress and must have had a fortune to burn.”
“In her case, it was fatal that she relied on folk remedies in the initial stages of her cancer. If she had received proper treatment from the beginning, there is a high possibility that she would have survived.”
“Yeah, yeah! It doesn’t matter how much money you have, how beautiful you are, or how much attention you get, if you’re fundamentally stupid, nothing can be done about it. Well, that woman is a plastic surgery cyborg to begin with. In the summary article of the news of her death, her hideous face before the surgery was exposed, and it was so amusing.”
Takimoto was in high spirits. He was the kind of guy who would kick a dead body while laughing.
“Moreover, yesterday’s news about the traffic accident was also fantastic. A group of four university students who behaved in a rowdy fashion crashed their car into a slope and plunged down the cliff. All of them died. I wonder if their parents paid a fortune to send them to university just to let them die in such a fashion. That’s funny.”
“The accident was apparently caused by a drunk driver, so it’s hard to feel sympathy for them. Thank goodness there were no other victims besides them.”
Takimoto and Uroma were constantly engaged in a conversation about people’s misfortunes.
“Oh, really, there are so many damn miserable people in the world. Last week, as you said, I paid a little more attention to the news, and I could see that. I realized how trivial and insignificant my own misfortune was.”
“That’s true. A heartbreak is a painful experience but compared to accidentally dying or accidentally being in the hands of the police, it’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“I know, right? If I think about it, there are plenty of women out there besides her.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a new woman soon, Takimoto.”
“Oh, really? I’m getting old, but do you really think so?”
“Yes. I heard that women nowadays prefer older men who are more patient than young and unreliable men of the same age. Isn’t that right, Tomomi?”
“Eh?”
However, upon detecting Takimoto’s greasy gaze, she answered appropriately, “I guess so”. Takimoto immediately laughed and replied, “Are you serious?”
“I see, this is not good. My popularity phase has only just begun, huh?” Takimoto said happily, then thanked Uroma and left the counseling room.
“D-Doctor, that person is…”
“His name is Takimoto Junichi. He is 33 years old. Single and employed as a temporary worker.”
“33 years old?”
He was unexpectedly young. Younger than he looked.
“Recently, he had been frequenting a certain snack pub where he was wooing a woman who worked there, but the other day, she got married to another regular customer and left the job. That’s why he came here last week, at the bottom of his heartbreak.”
“Oh, so that’s what he meant by heartbreak?”
I don’t think that’s love or anything of that nature.