1 Simple Things

Simple Things

Hughie is in a terrible state and goes to see a private therapist, too terrified to go to a doctor in case they declare him mad.

"So how can I help?" asks the therapist.

"It's like this," says Hughie. "I’ve started getting these fears at night, and they are getting worse! I keep thinking somebody is under the bed, so I go down under it to look and no one's there. Then my brain tells me there's somebody on top of the bed and it goes on like this all night: under, top, under, top. It's driving me mental. I cannot get a moment's sleep!"

The therapist thinks for a bit and says, "I am positive I can cure you of this. Now, I want you to come and see me twice a week for the next six months for a two-hour session each time."

"And how much will that be?" asks Hughie.

"£60 per session," the therapist informs him. Hughie leaves, troubled at the thought of all that money and goes for a consoling drink at his local.

The therapist never sees Hughie again, until one day months later he bumps into him in the street. The therapist is surprised to see him looking so well, not the sleep-deprived maniac he'd seen before.

"Why did you never come back?" he asks?"

"At £60 a time, twice a week, for six months? You must be kidding! 

The barman at the local cured me for ten pounds!"

"How on earth did he do that?"

"He told me to buy a saw and cut the legs off the bed!"

As the great philosopher, Lao Tzu said,

Tackle difficulties when they are easy. Accomplish great things when they are small. Or as we say, do not make mountains out of molehills.