Well lets see, after you decide that Im depressed or whatever you'll put me on meds right ? & I know hundreds of people are on them & they're all doing just fine, really. I'll go back to work on my new anti-depressives, I'll have dinner with my parents, persuade them that I'm back to being normal & that I wont give them any trouble. Then one day some guy will ask me to marry him, he'll be nice enough. That will make my parents very happy. The first year we'll make love all the time, & the second & third lots & lots, but just as we're getting sick of each other, I'll get pregnant. Taking care of kids, holding on to jobs, paying mortgages. That will keep us busy for a while, & about ten years into it he'll have an affair because I'm too busy & I'm too tired...& I'll find out. I'll threat to kill him, his mistress, myself. We'll get past it & a few years later he'll have another one, and this time I'm just gonna pretend that I don't know because somehow it doesn't seem worth the trouble this time. And I know that about the rest of my days, I'll be sometimes wishing my kids could have the life that I never had other times secretly pleased they are turning into replics of me. I'm fine, really.