So this moth goes into a podiatristâs officeâŠ
The doctor asks the moth, âWhat seems to be the problem?â
The moth says, âDoc, I donât know where to start. I feel like my whole life has been a waste of time. Iâve been at the same job for twenty years and I donât just hate it, Iâm revolted by it. I can barely summon the strength to drag myself in every day but I have no choice because Iâm in debt up to my compound eyes. The idea of doing this job for years more just makes me sick. Iâve grown apart from my wife. Sheâs no longer the woman I loved, and I can barely stand to be around her but I feel guilty for feeling that way about her. Doc, it just eats me up inside. My daughterâs shacked up at eighteen with a guy I canât stand whoâs terrible for her and she dropped out of school, but she wonât listen to reason and it breaks my heart. And my son⊠Doc, I just donât know if 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 know everyone sees in mine. I canât even work up the courage to pull out my gun and blow my own goddamned brains out. I feel like my entire life is nothing more than a fragile web of lies just barely holding me back from the screaming abyss.â
The podiatrist says to the moth, âYou do seem to have a lot of problems, but Iâm just a podiatrist. You need to see a therapist, a psychiatrist even. Why did you come to me?â
And the moth says, âThe light was on.â