psych doc: when did you know counseling wasn’t for you?

me: when a fly flew in the window during a session and my counselor turned to it, told “him” to get out because “he” didn’t belong here, and when the fly just happened to fly back out the window, she told me in all seriousness animals understood and obeyed her

i realized all of us are fucked in the head and if i’m doing fine on my own, there’s no reason to pay a fly wrangler to listen to my problems