I’m starting therapy tomorrow. I have this joke that I cooked up a while ago that I can’t decide if I think it’s going to be hilarious to say it to a therapist or not. It goes like, the first thing I say to a therapist is, “Is this going to be like Good Will Hunting, or Good Old Neon?” And if they get the joke, then I go to therapy. And if they don’t, I kill myself right there on the spot. I think it might be the funniest thing possible. But only if you’ve been inside my skull and experienced the full breadth and depth of the infinitely complex experience of what it really means to be me. Meaning, essentially, that it is only actually funny to me, but that it is so funny that it might just be worth it to actually play the joke out in its entirety.