Therapist: So how depressed would you say you’ve been feeling lately?
Me: I don’t care anymore if my foot hangs over the bed where a monster can get it.
Therapist [whispering]: Jesus, wow.
Therapist: So how depressed would you say you’ve been feeling lately?
Me: I don’t care anymore if my foot hangs over the bed where a monster can get it.
Therapist [whispering]: Jesus, wow.
Okay, listen up, you knucklehead. You’re sitting there, writing a joke, but you don't even understand it! Here’s the deal: someone is talking to their therapist about depression and says they are so depressed they don't even care about the monster under their bed anymore. The therapist is shocked by how depressed they sound. It's funny because we all know the fear of the monster under the bed and using that to measure depression is kinda over the top. Get it now, ya goof?