Depression

It is very very difficult to feel depressed in a country where smiling is a national sports! Just the notion that one has merely to point the corners of the mouth in upward direction, however faint, to make people give you their shiniest, glowing smiles! Try and feel cynical after 20 uch bypassers. Prozac will go bankrupt if they move their headquarters to Pnomh Penh. There's just no point in feeling bad to profoundly. Look at these people, butchered by the millions, smiling like on some super-high cloud, and oh so real all the time. Makes you wonder where we went wrong. (Actually, it doesn't, because when you smile, you don't feel like wondering about what went wrong. Content. Happy and content. That's the key to ban Prozac.) By the way, I do feel a little deranged lately, I'm not quite sure if it is because of my Lariam (Malaria-medicine) or because of this vague fever I've been having the last cuple of days. It sure must be tiring, smiling when one feels sick to the bone.