A man walks into his first session with a psychiatrist
His mood is almost as dark as the room, shades drawn almost fully closed with just enough light to cast shadows like a priest’s confessional stall. *Perfect*, he thinks, *this will be easier if he can’t see the tears welling in my eyes*.
He sits down and breathes a heavy sigh. The clock tick...
*Pollen accidentally enters body*
Immune system: What the hell is that?
Pollen: Oh hey. Sorry. We got a bit lost. The wind kinda bl-
Immune system: OH GOD WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!
Pollen: What?! No! We just got lo-
Immune system: OPEN THE FLOODGATES!
Pollen: The what?
Mucus membranes: Sir. All th...