Hi Doc. You’re not busy are you?
Well, novella, I was just leaving.
C’mon, give me ten. I just took a cab all the way from midtown.
Well, if you must. Sit down.
Yay. Think I’ll lie down today. Phew, I’m beat.
What’s the problem, novella?
Well, that’s something I figured out, doc. My problem is I care too much. All day long I’m walking around caring. That’s a syndrome, right? The Girl Who Cared Too Much. That’s my life story.
Well, yes, empathy can be painful. What exactly has been bothering you?
Hmmm. Toughie. The way things smell, mostly. Seems like one minute everything smells like pee, then you get whapped in the face by body odor or bus gas. Or some kind of gross food smell you don’t want in your nose. Bad hot dogs. I mean, this guy on the elevator before had this disgusting falafel thing right in my face. You’re right. It’s very painful.
Novella, you’re wasting my time. I have tickets to the opera.
You know, doc, the word BUFFOON comes from the opera. That’s no coincidence. Think about it.