People may think I'm depressed, but I'm the polar opposite.

I'm always discussing what it means to be depressed, only in an effort to find what is the will to live. I find it interesting.

"When driving on the interstate, each driver has the power, with the flick of a wrist, to end it all. But they don't. Why not? What prevents people from flicking? What's worth living for?"

My wife wants me to stop talking like that, because she fears I will be vacaracted.

I feel like you can always get a better perspective on things by swimming in the deep end. It's always good to stir your inner stew.