A man at the courthouse today chuckled when I was offered mental health breaks due to my obvious craziness. "Lucky," he murmured. "Wish that was me."
I wanted to punch him in the beer gut. Really? I wanted to say. 'Cause if you're sane enough to be driving an Escalade that probably matches that keychain, then hold onto it like a fat kid grabs donuts.
Are we now so pathetic that we are WISHING for mental issues? Come on, America.
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People naively see it as an excuse, rather than a difficult thing that real people might actually struggle with and hate to have.
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