Ken Fitzgerald
11-12-2016, 3:53 PM
A friend sent me this.....
So this moth goes into a podiatrist's office.
The doctor asks the moth, "What seems to be theproblem?"
The moth says, "Doc, I don't know where to start. I feel like my whole life has been a waste of time. I've been at the same job fortwenty years and I don't just hate it, I'm revolted by it. I can barely summonthe strength to drag myself in every day but I have no choice because I'm indebt up to my compound eyes. The idea of doing this job for years more justmakes me sick. I've grown apart from my wife. She's no longer the woman Iloved, and I can barely stand to be around her but I feel guilty for feelingthat way about her. Doc, it just eats me up inside.
My daughter's shacked up at eighteen with a guy I can'tstand who's terrible for her and she dropped out of school, but she won'tlisten to reason and it breaks my heart. And my son... Doc, I just don't knowif I love my own son, because he reminds me of everything I hate about myself.I look into his eyes and see the same disgusting, snivelling cowardice I knoweveryone sees in mine. I can't even work up the courage to pull out my gun andblow my own brains out. I feel like my entire life is nothing morethan a fragile web of lies just barely holding me back from the screamingabyss."
The podiatrist says to the moth, "You do seem tohave a lot of problems, but I'm just a podiatrist. You need to see a therapist,a psychiatrist even. Why did you come to me?"
And the moth says, "Well, the light was on."
So this moth goes into a podiatrist's office.
The doctor asks the moth, "What seems to be theproblem?"
The moth says, "Doc, I don't know where to start. I feel like my whole life has been a waste of time. I've been at the same job fortwenty years and I don't just hate it, I'm revolted by it. I can barely summonthe strength to drag myself in every day but I have no choice because I'm indebt up to my compound eyes. The idea of doing this job for years more justmakes me sick. I've grown apart from my wife. She's no longer the woman Iloved, and I can barely stand to be around her but I feel guilty for feelingthat way about her. Doc, it just eats me up inside.
My daughter's shacked up at eighteen with a guy I can'tstand who's terrible for her and she dropped out of school, but she won'tlisten to reason and it breaks my heart. And my son... Doc, I just don't knowif I love my own son, because he reminds me of everything I hate about myself.I look into his eyes and see the same disgusting, snivelling cowardice I knoweveryone sees in mine. I can't even work up the courage to pull out my gun andblow my own brains out. I feel like my entire life is nothing morethan a fragile web of lies just barely holding me back from the screamingabyss."
The podiatrist says to the moth, "You do seem tohave a lot of problems, but I'm just a podiatrist. You need to see a therapist,a psychiatrist even. Why did you come to me?"
And the moth says, "Well, the light was on."