My car is like my mind in that it’s dirty, all the time. My car is also like my mind in that it takes little to no effort to run it. They both can be quick and slow, as well as stalled and jumpy. They can reach far places and arrive at the most insignificant destination. Both have secret compartments where I hide things. I have no idea how either work, nor do I care. But, I’m grateful that there are people in the world that choose a career in fixing these things. I’m also pleased that both mechanics and psychologists charge the same rate to avoid confusion.