The only person a depressive can talk to in a way that he needs to talk is with another depressive. That's why my friend C. and I have adopted the motto of the Vietnam Veterans to characterise our mind set.
IF YOU WEREN'T THERE, SHUT THE F*CK UP.
What's highly debatable is whether talking the way that you need to, when you're a depressive, is what you actually need.
And yet...ordinary conversation seems so superficial to the depressed man, it fills him with nausea for himself and the other participants. Have we all come to this level of charade? he asks himself, even as his mouth is spouting cliche after cliche. Are those flapping jaws actually connected to living human beings?
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