I’m one of those people who think that depressed people are weak and annoying. They are such party poopers. They’re selfish all they care about is themselves. They constantly nag; dragging people into their miserable lives. It’s hard to actually care if you’re not really close with them.
One day, an acquaintance asked me if I had any idea of how to help his depressed friend who was living far from him at that time. She started to think of suicide. I believe I was rolling my eyes when I typed, “Tell her to exercise or something. It would help.” But he said that she wouldn’t, so I said, “Then you can do nothing about it.”
I’m scared of being depressed. I’m scared of turning into that annoying and weak person. I can’t think of myself as anything but cool.