Most people walk through life unnoticed. If you have been lucky enough to encounter a Todd at some point, count yourself lucky. It is something to behold. There is a particular kind of belligerence — self-contained, completely self-referential, utterly immune to external information — that is genuinely mesmerising to witness. The conviction alone. The absolute, unshakeable certainty that the universe has chosen them, specifically, as its primary ongoing project.
Spotting a fully operational Todd in the wild is — and I don’t use this comparison lightly — not unlike observing a total solar eclipse. Rare. Arresting. Over before you fully understand what you’re looking at, and yet somehow impossible to look away from.
The psychiatrist is, depending on your interpretation, one of two people. A man at the end of a long career who, somewhere along the way inspired by the guy from Something about Mary, stopped being entirely present. Or — and this is my preferred version — a man who has told Todd with two D’s this many, many, many, many times before.
I’ll leave that one with you.
Send this to someone who has met a Todd!
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