Dr. Pete stared at the client, a bespectacled beset by existential dread.
"So, tell me about your feelings, Mr... uh... Client McFeelface," Dr. Pete said, trying not to make eye contact.
"I don't know, Doc. I just feel like I'm stuck in a never-ending nightmare of beige-colored cubicles and fluorescent lighting," McFeelface said, eyes welling up with tears.
Dr. Pete nodded sympathetically, making a few notes on his pad of paper. "I see. And have you ever considered taking up a hobby, like... knitting or something?"
"No, Doc. I've tried that. I'm not exactly the next grandma type," McFeelface said, chuckling mirthlessly.
Dr. Pete leaned forward, a look of inspiration on his face. "I think I see the problem here. You're not just stuck in a beige cube, Mr. McFeelface. You're stuck in a existential crisis.