Scene: First severe protracted depression slammed out of nowhere while in university. Utterly perplexed at this (there must be a reason, right?), I gathered my every last strength to go see someone. I explained the situation.

"Are you sad because you don't have a BF?" (!!!???!!!) WTF lady?!

What part of everything's GREAT -- best time of my LIFE -- and then BOOM, immobilized for NO reason did you not get?! And "sad"? Seriously? Can't leave my dark room, not going to a single class or talking to anyone and having to psych up to sneak out at night to procure doughnuts, my sole food? SAD??!!! Lady, I'm incapacitated! And BF? Really? What is this? 1950?! More to the point, I had said absolutely nothing on the topic! Needless to say, I never went back. Lucky for her I didn't have the energy to jump across the desk and throttle her.

Get a BF. That'll solve everything!
Idiot.