You bring your sullen god-king for "Self-esteem counseling," as if that's something that we can infuse into him by some therapeutic shamanism and I notice the desperate hope in your eyes that when he leaves my couch he'll strut out that door with his head held high, feeling good about whom he has now become. At some level, maybe I'm at fault, hanging my counselor shingle on the door as if I really had your answers so perhaps I need to take some collective responsibility that