How can you not love a friend who’s on working anti-depressants? It’s like friendship with a safety net; they can’t stay mad at you for long. Literally. In the company of an individual, successfully treated by anti-depressants, a combination of dis-fortuitous circumstances will result in, at most, a twenty-minute hissy fit. They then become so racked with guilt over their vaguely justified emotions that they cave to your every whim, in a proven effort to rectify the situation. But watch out. They may not appreciate your subsequent inability to 180 in under twenty. And then it’s on. Bitch.
julie warshaw 