So a moth goes to the chiropodist.
“Doctor” says the moth – “you gotta help me.”
“OK” replies the chiropodist, “what seems to be the problem?”
“Doc” the moth says, “I’m just so depressed. I hate my job, I hate my friends, I hate everything about my life. I’ve so lost interest in my job I don’t think my boss Mr Rabinovich even knows what I do. This morning I woke up with my wife next to me and I thought, “I don’t love her any more”. Juliana my daughter, she’s running all over town ‘til late at night and I don’t know where she is or even if she gets home at all sometimes. My son Ricardo, every time I look at him I see in his face the same cowardice I see when I look in the mirror – if it wasn’t for that cowardice I swear I’d take out the loaded Colt 45 I keep under the bed and just just blow my brains out.”
“Dear god moth” says the chiropodist, "you’re clearly in deep trouble here.”
“I know” says the moth, “I just don’t know which way to turn any more. Can you help me?”
“Well” says the chiropodist, “let me ask you a question first.”
“Anything Doc” says the moth, “shoot”.
“I was just wondering” says the chiropodist, “why you’ve come to a chiropodist for help with this.”
“Why?” says the moth, “why? Obviously…
…because your light was on."