At the doctor's office the other day, his assistant is going down a list of maladies asking if I have ever had them. "Depression?" She asks.
Just for fun, I almost said, "Depression? No more than anyone else whose life stinks." But I had a day at the DMV ahead of me and I didn't want to have to talk myself out of a psych ward to get there.
Speaking of the DMV, the reason drivers licence photos look so terrible is not the web-cam-quality lens, the terrible lighting, or that they have you stand nearly flush against the background. It's that the DMV experience sucks the life out of you, and the hollow shell that remains is what they immortalize on the document that most identifies you to the world.
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