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Ever since I was a child, I\u2019ve always been terrified of something lurking under my bed at night. The thought of a mysterious presence in the dark filled me with dread, so I decided to seek help. I went to a psychiatrist and poured my heart out.<\/p>\n
The psychiatrist, with a reassuring smile, said, \u201cJust put yourself in my hands for one year. Come talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright,\u201d I replied, \u201cbut how much do you charge?\u201d
\u201c$80 per visit,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n
I thought for a moment and said, \u201cI\u2019ll sleep on it, and if needed I will come back to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Six months later, I unexpectedly bumped into the psychiatrist on the street. He asked, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you come to see me about those fears you were having?\u201d
I replied, \u201cWell, $80 a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought a new SUV.\u201d
With a bit of attitude, he asked, \u201cAnd how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?\u201d
I grinned and said, \u201cHe told me to cut the legs off the bed\u2014ain\u2019t nobody under there now!\u201d<\/p>\n
This joke perfectly captures the essence of facing our fears with a twist of humor\u2014a reminder that sometimes the solutions we find can be as absurd as they are effective.<\/p>\n
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