“Shoot me, Please!” I begged him. I’d even given him the gun and round thousand dollars to do it.

“But why?”

“Because I can’t take it any more, I want to die.”

“But Jody,” he fumbled the gun and dropped it. “I know you, you have a perfect life. A grand 100k a year job, a wife who loves you and would do anything for you. Nice obedient children who everyone loves and adores. You’ve got nothing wrong with your life. Why do you want to end it all?”

“That’s just it, isn’t it.” I told him. “It’s too perfect. Everything is just hunky dory. Nothing to worry about, all the good things just happening to me. Nothing bad, sad, mad or miserable. I can expect wonderful things for the rest of my life.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say the rest of your life.”

“Ahah! See now? How would you feel if every waking minute was spent wondering when it was all going to go wrong?”

“Huh?”

“That one day all of this, my happiness, will be soured. vanish, kerpoof!”

“Oh! Right! I see. Make it twenty thousand?”

“Deal!”

BOOM!