[ WP ] Years ago , you were wished into existence by a ten year old with a genie . Today is your first group therapy meeting .

`` And I'm just all freaked out about it man. Whats the meaning of everything?'' sarcasm and what felt to some like ridicule circulated through the group. Then silence. Only the ventilation system, 60-cycle hum of two light ballasts, and a miniature refrigerator could be heard. The noise was enough for him to hide his voice under, and he did. 
 
 `` Hey'' his voice hushed as he became completely engrossed with reading the woman's name tag `` Judy.'' He looked up and smiled. `` You're not a Prudy Judy are you?'' 
 
 Their conversation would proceed no further. `` Some of us come here to talk about how we feel. Is that a problem to you?'' 
 
 She was facing directly towards him. Her position in the circle directly opposite. Even her chair was squared directly facing him. Combined with her posture she was a virtual arrow on him. 
 
 And the man noticed too. He knew she was paying more attention to him than he was to her. His half hearted stories and attempts at humor and most certainly his general demeanor insulted her existence. 
 
 `` Oh, hey. Lool at the time'' The group leader introjected `` We have a new person... Uh, figment? What do you prefer to go by?'' 
 
 `` Ummm... Me? I'm Farty, Party, Wizzle Pants. You can call me Farty Party for short. Nice to meet you all.'' 
 

