"But there were worrisome signs. For one thing, unlike your typical joyful and carefree 4-year-old, Kiran didn't have a lot of fun. 'He wasn't running around, bouncing about, battling to get to the top of the slide like other kids,' Raghu notes. Kiran's mother, Elizabeth (her middle name), an engineer, recalls constant refrains of 'Nothing is fun; I'm bored.' When Raghu and Elizabeth reminded a downbeat Kiran of their coming trip to Disney World, Kiran responded: 'Mickey lies. Dreams don't come true.'"
-The New York Times asks if preschoolers can be diagnosed with depression. Later on in the article a different little boy hides under a table and whimpers, "I'm so sad. I'm so sad." This will probably either make you cry or remind you of your own childhood, or, in the case of certain website editors, both.
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Coincidentally, I ran into this convincing solution: http://lindsayrobertson.tumblr.com/post/1014895334/drews-secret-for-years-ive-been-trying-to
"I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO GO INTO THE TRASH CAN."
chewable zoloft-problem solved!
You know what's worrisome? That I kind of want to eat sad baby Balk's sad baby feet.
Haha, when my kid says "Mickey lies" I give him a cookie. (I don't have a kid).
They might be sad, but gosh darn they're quotable!
Some of us just learn early.
I personally bite my nails 24/7 and when my mother asked me why as a kid I told her "I'm nervous."
She asked me about what and I replied "the future."
I mean, I was right.
Uuuugh. Remind you of your own childhood: check.
And that's having not even read the article yet. If I read the article I'd undoubtedly cry, and I do that too much as it is.
Aah aah aah must resist urge to complain about overwhelming medicalisation of emotional problems. Aah eek ah.
/fixed