I’m sitting in my big windowed-room,
Simultaneously looking out over the straits
At the wind-chopped waters,
And at the tree branches moving in frenetic wind-dances,
When it suddenly occurs to me
That every depressed person I know,
Or have ever known--
That is,
Those who suffer regularly from extended bouts of significant depression
(And I have known many)--
Are profoundly funnier
Than any of the not-depressed people I know or have ever known.
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