A moth goes into a podiatrist’s office, and the podiatrist says, “What seems to be the problem, moth?”
The moth says, “What’s the problem? Where do I begin? I go to work for Gregory Illinivich, and all day long I work. Honestly doc, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows that he has power over me and that seems to bring him happiness.
But I don’t know, I wake up in a malaise, and I walk here and there… at night I…I sometimes wake up and I turn to some old lady in my bed that’s on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don’t know where to turn to.
My youngest, Alexendria, she fell in the…in the cold of last year. The cold took her down, as it did many of us. And my boy, and this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My boy, Gregarro… I no longer love him. As much as it pains me to say, when I look in his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I… that I catch when I take a glimpse of my own face in the mirror.
If only I wasn’t such a coward, then perhaps…perhaps I could bring myself to reach over to that cocked and loaded gun that lays on the bedside behind me and end this hellish facade once and for all… Doc, even though I’m a moth, sometimes I feel like a spider, just barely hanging on to my web with an everlasting fire underneath me. I’m just not feeling good."
And so the doctor says, “Moth, obviously you’re troubled. But you should be seeing a psychiatrist, not a podiatrist. Why on earth did you come here?”
The moth replies, “Well, ‘cause the light was on.”
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Lol thanks for a goodnight laugh.
That one qualifies as one that "took a lonnnnnnnnnnng way to get there"
Still like it though!
Hmmm. A shaggy moth story. Good stuff.
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