diary of bill 3

That tricky shrink was playing games with my mind again.
I originally started going because I thought he could help me with my bat problem, but I'm beginning to believe that he has some sort of alternate plan.
That manipulative architect of psyches spent almost the entire meeting today trying to convince me that I wasn't Adam West! I hired this expert of intellects to convince me that I'm not batman, who is a fictional comic character for children, not to try to trick me into thinking that I'm some sort of lunatic who has no idea who he actually is.
The shrink tried to explain away my wealth to a family fortune left to care for a single son left traumatized by his parents tragic and untimely death. I easily saw through his ploy however because the story he chose was taken from the back story of the very enigmatic superhero I wish to escape.
He did come up with at least a thought on the problem at hand however. He thinks I've created alter egos to hide from my shortcomings. He told me that because Adam West wasn't perfect enough I started to conjure up the batman out of the depths of my mind.
I told him that I believed that the reason I began to think I was the Batman on occasion was because I spent too much time playing him on television, movies, comic conventions, and more recently at schools for drug awareness as well as at the occasional party. I also asked the psychiatrist to stop referring to me in the third person because it was creeping me out.
He thought we ought to meet more often and asked me to continue writing in this journal to try to straighten my thoughts out. I will honor his request for now but he is treading on thin ice.