In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1032: Shock the world (9)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

"This matter, we have to divide it into two parts to analyze..." Schiller placed two beer cans on both sides of the table.

"The last era and this era, your personality and your mission." Schiller planned to finish the cold beer first, so he put the spirits aside, sorted out his thoughts, and said :

"You're from a previous era, aren't you?"

Steve nodded with his head down, raised his head and took another two sips of wine, Schiller dipped his fingertips in the spilled wine, drew a pattern on the table, and said: "Then Now, we need to determine, are you more in line with your personality, or are you more in line with your mission?"

Schiller's body language has obviously increased. When expressing the two parts, he kept waving his hands in the air, but it was easier for Steve to understand. He asked: "What are you asking?" No, do I think I'm Steve, or do I think I'm Captain America?"

Schiller also nodded, Steve looked forward a little dull, as if alcohol interfered with his thoughts, after a while, he said: "For a long time, people called I am Captain America, and I also feel that I am Captain America, so at that time, I was Captain America.”

"But after I woke up, I felt that I was Steve again. I don't know what happened to me. Maybe, I have a split personality."

"No, you don't, you have to listen to a professional psychologist..." Schiller repeated, he said: "You don't have dissociative identity disorder, this is very normal..."

"Man's cognition of himself will partly come from society's needs for him." Schiller first put forward a theory, afraid that Steve would not understand, he continued:

"Society needs Captain America more. The identity of Captain America can make you feel needed and allow you to prove your worth. Then you will feel that you are Captain America."

"At that time, the United States needed conscription, and conscription required publicity figures. You knew that this was a contribution to the country, so you were willing to be Captain America."

"However, after you wake up, Captain America is already a dead man, no one will have any expectations of him, no one needs you, you can't be Captain America, naturally you can only be Steve Already."

Schiller took two sips of beer, threw the bottomed beer can aside, brought over the bottle of spirits that Steve had opened before, and said with his head down, "It seems that you are more Leaning towards Captain America, but this may also be a product of social and environmental domestication.”

"Let's not talk about the cause, just look at the result. Becoming Steve is just a forced choice for you not to be Captain America. In your heart, you still want to be Captain America."

"It's just that now, after all, it's a peaceful age. Occasionally, a few bad guys pop up. Their abilities don't match yours. It's easy to solve. It's hard to get a Hydra to fight you. Recently, they don't If you make trouble, you won't feel that you are needed."

"Without this imminent sense of mission, you will start to think wildly, think about philosophy, think about the meaning of life, this is the root of your anxiety, you hope that you are needed."

Steve was silent for a while, but still nodded and said: "Am I like a warmonger? A violent maniac, looking forward to war every day..."

Schiller shook his head vigorously and said: "I've said it all, don't define yourself lightly, you should listen to a professional psychologist..."

"The highest human need is to realize self-worth. This is a normal emotion that everyone will have. Look at Spider-Man, why did he become a scientific researcher from a street hero? It is because, in the experiment In the room, he is needed even more."

"Although the work in the laboratory is more tiring and complicated, and the scientific research is very boring, there is no fun at all, which is not as interesting as wandering around in New York, but he is willing to do it, because he is being Need it."

"This kind of hope to be needed and to reflect self-worth may even overwhelm reason in many cases. For example, you know that this job is hard and does not make money, but sometimes you will continue to do it because the project Without you, I won't turn."

"If you think of Captain America as a project, you are indeed the core of this project. Without Captain America, their publicity plans will all become bubbles."

Schiller took two more sips of wine, his articulation became even more unclear, but his thoughts were far away but his will was very clear. In other words, the analysis of a psychiatrist has become his instinct, even when his brain is paralyzed by alcohol , and can still point out the problem sharply.

"Your cause is that from a highly needed environment to a completely unneeded environment, the gap in self-worth realization makes you feel very sad."

Schiller took a deep breath, opened his eyes hard, and then said: "Return to what we said before, the problem of two parts..."

"You are the Captain America of the previous era, and Steve of this era. It can be seen from your previous attitude that you still like the identity of Captain America of the previous era. For the Steve of this era Identity, feel at a loss."

"You have always been tense, wanting to restore the identity of Captain America of the previous era, that is, the perfect man of the golden age, who knows everything and is in control...you dream of having This state."

"But the reality is, partly because you are unwilling to adapt to this impetuous era, and partly because the times are indeed developing too fast and gradually out of your control."

"I guess, you will feel anxiety and be stimulated out of control because of Spider-Man's suit, in fact, not only because the scene of his death leaves a shadow in your heart, but also because, the public The attitude towards several generations of Spider-Man."

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"In your opinion, it is absurd and ridiculous to belittle the second and third generations of Spider-Man by praising the first generation of Spider-Man who has already died. /

"You know the truth of this matter, that is, the first generation of Spider-Man is actually the same person as the third generation of Spider-Man, and it's even more ridiculous that they are treated differently."

"One has been blown to the sky now, and for a certain period of time, the reputation has even far surpassed Iron Man and Captain America, and the other is now at the cusp of public opinion. The second generation..."

"But they are all Peter Parker. You know this, and it further proves the prejudice in your heart, that is, people in this era are far inferior to those in the previous era. They are all hypocritical and impetuous The hairy boy..."

"This kind of prejudice continues to strengthen, and it gives you a reason to avoid the lifestyle of this era. Anyway, they are a bunch of bad people. Why should I learn their way of life? Why should I integrate into their society? "

"The more you look down on the people of this era, the more you try to prove that the spiritual banner of the previous era is a perfect person, so the less you dare to make mistakes, the more nervous and anxious..."

"So, what is the best opinion of the most professional psychiatrist?" Steve hiccupped again and leaned back on the sofa, revealing his chest and neck that he had been covering up. Obviously, he had already A little drunk.

However, to Steve's surprise, Schiller did not make a long speech, but kept silent until Steve called him: "Schiller?... Schiller?"

Schiller seemed to wake up suddenly. After a while, he closed his eyes and shook his head, then said: "What do you think I can do? If I had a way, I would still be an American psychiatrist Is it?"

Hearing this, Steve suddenly remembered Schiller's identity in a haze. He was also an old man from the former Soviet Union.

"Oh, yes, I forgot, you're a Soviet." Steve leaned over to one side, curled up on the edge of the sofa, and took two more sips of wine, ignoring that the spilled wine was soaked shirt.

"Well, this time the Soviet Union won." Steve covered his eyes and said, "After so long, we meet again. You are the doctor and I am the patient."

"Isn't it like this before?" Schiller leaned forward, stared at Steve, and said vaguely, "Only the Soviet Union can cure America's hypocrisy, exaggeration, and inaction..."

Steve laughed suddenly, the wine that he hadn't swallowed completely made him cough, he leaned forward again, nodded and said, "Yes... yes... it's always been like this , we...we are mutual doctor-patient relationship..."

"Steve, listen..." Schiller held out a hand, and Steve focused his eyes on his hand, and Schiller wagged a finger like one of those drunk bragging like people who say:

"I lied to the military, threatened Congress, and even killed a lot of important people. They were all tricked by me..."

"I'm a liar, I'm a bad person, I have no moral bottom line, if I want to do something, no one can stop me..."

"But...but..." Schiller took another sip of wine, and said as if trying to hold his mind, "I learned from my unscrupulous practice...the last era can't come back, don't dream, Captain America, the red giant can't come back, and neither can the golden lighthouse..."

"So, I'm lucky?" Steve coughed twice, and then said: "The American spirit is gone, the golden age is gone, but anyway, the country is still there..."

"That's it...that's it...you American old man, are you satisfied?" Schiller slapped the bottle on the table heavily, and said, "I will never go back to my country again, I will never go back...forever...forever..."

"She's still there, but it's not that her anymore, they're different..." Schiller kept muttering indistinctly, and Steve also felt sad for the deep sadness in his tone and emotion, So, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, pressed Schiller's shoulder and said:

"You can stay here, this is also your home, because here are your friends, we are all your friends..." Steve clutched his chest and retched, then wiped his mouth , say:

"History will remember everything your country has done, and your friends will remember everything you have done..."

"This should be for yourself." Schiller looked straight into Steve's eyes and said, "If you can comfort yourself like this, you don't need a professional psychologist like me... ..."

"I found out, you really care about whether you are professional or not..." Steve started to giggle, his deep laughter echoed in the room, and even the air kept vibrating. Said: "You are so drunk, and you have to emphasize that you are a professional psychologist..."

"I'm not drunk." Schiller shook his head vigorously and muttered, "I can write you a pathological analysis right now, with rigorous wording, beautiful sentences, and correct punctuation marks. ..."

Steve laughed even harder, and the anxiety and depression, accompanied by the chaos and madness brought on by alcohol, completely dissipated.

The two sat on both sides of the table, like doctors and patients across the table, comrades-in-arms and friends who spoke freely and without scruples, and also like the previous era when they waved and greeted each other across the Pacific~ IndoMTL.com~ Steve covered his face and couldn't help laughing. After a while, he calmed down and said, "You know? You and Howard are really similar."

"After he was drunk, he wrote me a 20,000-word anti-gravity car hub drive system...what kind of possibility research, and then pulled me, insisting that I listen to his thesis report , and blame me for not asking him questions..."

"Then he is too unprofessional, does he still think he is a college student?" Schiller also started to laugh, and then said: "I have never been the only one who picks other people's problems. I'm more professional..."

The bottle in Schiller's hand was loose, and he leaned against the side of the sofa, as if passed out.

Seeing that he was completely drunk, Steve took a few deep breaths to make his modified heart beat faster, and after speeding up blood circulation, the alcohol would be metabolized faster.

Recovering a little bit of sanity, Steve helped Schiller up. At this moment, he was sure that Schiller was really drunk, because a drunk person is different from an ordinary sleeping person. When he was lifted up, he was dead and heavy.

The next morning, when Schiller woke up from the bed, he held his head that seemed to be splitting, and said to the gray mist: "I told you not to filter the alcohol, but you won't let the hangover feel Is it so real?"

Huo Mist hummed aggrieved twice, and just about to explain, Schiller heard the bedside phone rang, he endured the pain, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello?... What are you talking about? Tucker's anxiety attacks again, what's wrong with him?"

"Argued with Peter?? How could the two of them quarrel???... It seems that things are very complicated, okay, I will go there right away."