Last time at Scrabble club this woman was excitedly telling me about a health book she is reading that said that depression can be cured by helping others 'because then you're not thinking of yourself.' I've tried volunteering. Eight different assignments. Only one worked out and that was in another city. One out of eight are not good odds. I should have whipped out my scars and said, "If you think a fuucking volunteer assignment is going to cure my pain you're crazier than i am!"

Then she tried to tell me health problems can all be caused by things we eat and how we should all grow our own vegetables. Funny thing is, up to now, i really liked this woman. We connect about classical music and i would have considered her a casual friend but now i think she is lousy. Every time i get excited about someone new and get to know them better i just end up thinking they're fools.