talking and understanding

A bed-wetter goes to the psychologist.

Later a friend asked him, if he could solve his problems.

He said: No, but it doesn’t bother me anymore.

He told me this joke so I can understand how he has to deal with his (illogical) worries.

He claimed once again that I have depressive behaviour.

He thinks I must take more care of myself, he is probably right.

At least we get along again.

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