Yesterday some friends were talking about what they think about when they hear the word "depression". Someone said they thought of a person getting drunk by themselves as the quintessential "depressed person". I said I always think about those ridiculously depressing commercials where there's the stereotyped "depressed person" who just lies on the couch all day in sweatpants with frumpy hair and they say, "I hurt all over" and all of a sudden even though I'm not sad and probably haven't been that sad in my entire life, I feel like I need to lie around on the couch with frumpy hair and stinky sweatpants too.
On Veteran's Day I saw a pretty old lady wearing a Wendy's uniform walking down Court Street with a limp. And then she tripped... And fell... Right in front of me.
Yeah... I decided in the moment that it was way more depressing than the couch potato in sweatpants.
And somehow that is just sadly funny.
1 comment:
that is one of the saddest images i've had in my brain in a while.
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