It's one thing for me to be depressed, it's another to be hair trigger. In my case, it's hearing a co worker blab on and on all day about her boyfriend. That much chatter triggers my hatred of myself for being a lonely virgin male who's never come close to love. Not only that, but it reattaches the virginity stigma my sex therapist is working with me to lose. I can't see a PDA without interpreting it as a sign that I was put on this earth to never experience joy with the opposite sex and to have others amuse themselves at my expense