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A Moth Shows Up at the Podiatrist

line A Moth Shows Up at the Podiatrist

A moth goes into a podiatrist’s office and the podiatrist says “What’s the problem?” The moth says “What’s the problem? Where do I begin, man? I go to work for Gregory Ilynivich, and all day long I work and, honestly doc, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore and I don’t think Gregory Ilynivich 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.” The podiatrist says “Oh yeah?” The moth goes “Yes. At night, sometimes I wake up and I turn to some old lady, in my bed, on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don’t know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexandria, she fell in the cold of last year. The cold took her down, as it did many of us. My other child, my son Gregoro, I no longer love him. As much as it pains me to say, when I look in his eyes I see the same cowardice that I catch when I take a glimpse of my own face in the mirror. If only the cowardice was stronger, then perhaps I could bring myself to reach over to that cocked and loaded gun that lay there on the bedside behind me and end this hellish facade once and for all. Doc, sometimes I feel like a spider, even though I’m a moth, just barely hanging onto my web with an everlasting fire beneath me. I’m not feeling good.” So the podiatrist says “Moth, you are troubled, but you should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why on Earth did you come in here?” And the moth says “Because the light was on.”