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“A subject would leave at midday with a variety of goals—withdraw money from the bank, buy dinner supplies at the grocer’s, pick up laundry at the dry cleaner’s, and so forth. But, typically, if she arrived at the bank and found a long line, the woman would stand at the end rather than choosing to move on to the next task. She might make a commitment to the bank task, stand behind twenty people, advance, say, to the fourth spot from the front, and then abandon the line when she notices that it’s almost time for her [lunch break to end.] She would then return to the center without having accomplished any of what she had set out to do. So often did this phenomenon repeat itself that the researchers hypothesized half-seriously that the odds are that the last three people in any long line are chronically depressed.”

from Listening to Prozac, by Peter D. Kramer, M.D.


Don’t let me catch you standing in any lines.
And when you go to a party, you better not be nervous.
Don’t stand there by the food table shoveling cheese into your mouth.
I expect you to walk right up to the person you are most afraid of and introduce yourself.
If he turns away, tap his shoulder and try again.
Do you think Madonna would lurk over by the bookshelf, browsing titles?
Madonna doesn’t wait in lines.
People with bodyguards know how to mingle.
So go ahead. Mingle.
Worst case, you get rejected. Rejection can’t kill you.
What’s that? You’re sensitive?
Sensitive is the new depressed.
Go pinch someone’s ass.
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