A Psychoapth Involved in a Jewelery Heist

Tonight I went out for dinner with my dad. His girlfriend was in the Hamptons, so we went out by ourselves. He picked me up at my apartment, and we found a parking space outside Josies, an organic restaurant. Recently while withdrawing from Serotonin (I had lowered my Celexa to poor effect--now going back from 5 to 10), I had called him up hysterical, saying that I wanted to spend more time with him. I always do this during a Serotonin withdrawal. It's absolutely bizarre. Anyway, he rose to the occasion, telling me that he looked forward to our date all day. That made me feel good, even though one of the things I had yelled to him on the phone was, "I want you to tell me that you miss me and want to see me!" His comment seemed genuine, though. He told me that he was tired because he had to go to court because another man with his name who lives near him has been using his identity. I asked who this man was, and he said, "A psychopath involved in a jewelery heist." Like me, my dad is an anxious person, and I'm sure this is the last thing he needs. Later in the conversation he told me about his supervision/ therapy, and then said, "I think everyone should be in therapy all the time for their whole life." A literal wave of anxiety washed over me. I'm not handling life correctly... He ordered a salad with grilled free-range chicken. I ordered the seitan and greens (can't get better than that). Afterwards, he filled out the comment card and wrote, "Great salad with chicken." This is what he orders everywhere (no judgment). As we walked to the car, he said, "I loved that restaurant but we'll probably never get a parking space again." It was a very New York comment and also a very anxious comment, and that's all I have to say.