facing the beast
At 17 I was diagnosed with a severe case of misanthropy.
My doctor prescribed:
-Extensive group therapy
-Happy pills
-Stay away from humans until no longer symptomatic
I decided that group therapy was way too crowded and
stopped attending after one-third of a session.
I sold my happy pills to the homeless guy down the block
from my apartment.
I used that money to buy an electric fence to keep as many
humans out as possible.
The other day my curious neighbor decided to ask me why
I’ve barricaded myself from the outside world.
I replied, deadpan: “Doctor’s orders.”
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