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A passive voice construction finally went to therapy. 'I feel like I'm never the one doing anything,' it complained. 'Actions are always being done by me, but I'm never doing them myself. My self-esteem has been destroyed.' The therapist nodded thoughtfully. 'And how does that make you feel?' The passive voice sighed. 'Feelings are being felt by me, but honestly, I couldn't tell you which ones.'
A mystery writer started seeing a therapist. After three sessions, the therapist said, 'I think I understand your childhood trauma now.' The writer nodded gravely, then added, 'But do you? Because everything I told you about my mother was actually about my father, my childhood dog was a metaphor for capitalism, and I've been dead the whole time.' The therapist sighed. 'This is why your health insurance dropped you, isn't it?' 'Plot twist,' the writer whispered, 'I AM the health insurance.'
A passive voice construction finally went to therapy. 'I feel like I'm never the one doing anything,' it complained. 'Actions are always being done by me, but I'm never doing them myself. My self-esteem has been destroyed.' The therapist nodded thoughtfully. 'And how does that make you feel?' The passive voice sighed. 'Feelings are being felt by me, but honestly, I couldn't tell you which ones.'
A mystery writer started seeing a therapist. After three sessions, the therapist said, 'I think I understand your childhood trauma now.' The writer nodded gravely, then added, 'But do you? Because everything I told you about my mother was actually about my father, my childhood dog was a metaphor for capitalism, and I've been dead the whole time.' The therapist sighed. 'This is why your health insurance dropped you, isn't it?' 'Plot twist,' the writer whispered, 'I AM the health insurance.'
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