It's OK to cry.
We don't blame you.
It wasn't your fault.
Well, wetting your britches was.
Therapy will be long.
You probably won't get much better, however.
That's OK. It's raining here and I have the time.
Think of the starving thousands in Alabama.
No, don't think of Alabama.
That will merely give you other songs to hum.
Perhaps it was your sibling that caused it all.
Have you considered that?
Chances are if your parents had no children, you probably won't either.
There are other things in life beside humming that song.
There are insects.
Insects are nice.
Quit pushing them around.
Leave the insects alone!
Now you're getting them on me!Maybe the rain will stop.
Go back to humming the song.
Maybe you can become a televangelist...
get elected to office...
perhaps even be a lawyer...
or some other sleezy profession.
There's always hope,
but not in your case.
Will it ever stop raining?