One of the advantages of drinking your coffee in a public place is that you pay more attention to what is happening around you, especially if the voice at the next table does not want to fall below a volume dedicated only to those at the table.
So, the other day, here I am next to some depressed young people. That’s what one of them said that he’s depressed again. If you imagine that men do not have such discussions, well… guess again.
The parallel the young man made between depression and a broken leg was funny.
– If you are depressed, people tell you to fuck off, but if you break a leg, people send you to the doctor, that’s what the young man said.
Which is kind of true. Many of us still run away from a psychotherapist worse than from a dentist. And we shouldn’t. Neither from one nor the other. But I think just as many have turned depression into a fashionable subject discussed over coffee between two comments about football.
For the latter, all I can say is that if you break your leg, yes, people will send you to the doctor; but if you then kick with your bare foot every stone you find on the street and then just complain about it out loud over a coffee, people will still tell you to fuck off.
