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.