SugarDaddy91
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 55
- Location
- Northern Norway
- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Diet only
- Dislikes
- Wasps. Terrified of wasps. And retinopathy.
A moth comes into the dentist's office and sits down in the examination chair.
"How are you doing today, mr. Moth?" asked the dentist.
"By God, Mr. Dentist. I feel terrible.
I wake up in the morning and want to go back to bed instantly.
I eat breakfast but I may as well be eating charcoal because eating no longer brings me any joy.
I take my car to work but all the time I can only think of how much I hate my life and how buried I am in these debts, paying off the car and the tennis tutour for my wife who is probably cheating on me with him. I get to work and all I can think of is going back to my bed and sleeping again so I don't have to deal with this pain. I hate my boss and he hates me and if I get one more complaint I will be fired. Then I drive home and go through the same thoughts, thinking about work and all the stupid things I said before arriving home. I sit in the driveway for half an hour before I go in and see my children. I cannot even look into the eyes of my son because I feel shameful for being such a failure of a father with such a terrible job, I am sure he is being bullied! He sits alone in his room all day and laughs to himself in his boxers while looking at crudely drawn japanese cartoons!
"Stop, stop STOP!" The dentist exclaimed and continued; "You should go to a psychiatrist and not a dentist! Why did you come here!?"
The moth replied: "The light was on."
"How are you doing today, mr. Moth?" asked the dentist.
"By God, Mr. Dentist. I feel terrible.
I wake up in the morning and want to go back to bed instantly.
I eat breakfast but I may as well be eating charcoal because eating no longer brings me any joy.
I take my car to work but all the time I can only think of how much I hate my life and how buried I am in these debts, paying off the car and the tennis tutour for my wife who is probably cheating on me with him. I get to work and all I can think of is going back to my bed and sleeping again so I don't have to deal with this pain. I hate my boss and he hates me and if I get one more complaint I will be fired. Then I drive home and go through the same thoughts, thinking about work and all the stupid things I said before arriving home. I sit in the driveway for half an hour before I go in and see my children. I cannot even look into the eyes of my son because I feel shameful for being such a failure of a father with such a terrible job, I am sure he is being bullied! He sits alone in his room all day and laughs to himself in his boxers while looking at crudely drawn japanese cartoons!
"Stop, stop STOP!" The dentist exclaimed and continued; "You should go to a psychiatrist and not a dentist! Why did you come here!?"
The moth replied: "The light was on."
