What Winter usually brings.

As it gets colder and darker out, many people slip into what could be called depression. With people hiding away in corners of their lives (not just for winter), I decided I'd try to cheer them up by Google-ing the word "depressed" and picking out my favorite pictures. (Googling?...that sounds kind of perverted...Example: "Hey Mark did you see Sally at work yesterday? What I would give to go Googling in that ass(hole)!" "You're not kidding bro!" 2) Barb: "Marty what are you Googling?" Marty: "Myself.")

What these people and graphic-type things must be thinking:

What the four holding hands are singing to the sitting one: "C'mon Michael, Dad didn't mean all those nasty things he said about your nose."

This dude must be seriously depressed because I found him on two different websites with two different pictures.

"Lord, please make Bright Eyes come out with a new CD. I promise to take a shower if you fulfill my prayer."

"ANOTHER FUCKING CONOR OBERST SOLO ALBUM! GOD DAMNIT!"

(Or maybe "I can't believe Laura dumped me.")

"This chair sucks."

"Like most people I have nothing to be depressed about. But it's so fun to pretend!"

I'm not sure this was labeled correctly:

Him - "This is FUCKING AWESOME!"

Her - "He's going for the eyes again."

Oh yeah:

"Now the couple holding hands in this Bus Station lobby, only remind me of a time when I was alone As they whisper softly quiet sweet words in A foreign language that I’ve never heard This city’s tiring, but I Can’t escape it now It’s a cup of coffee far too strong for Consumption or snobbish delight Or a nightmare, waking up staring, searching for your face just to clear my head This city’s tiring, but I Can’t escape it now Now I know what I want But it’s not exactly what I thought it was Now that’s probably a good thing If we just stay the way we are You and I can feel this moment come Built up from what we’ve become It’s all I know and all I see And it’s all that I can be But it’s something new to me So it’s the disappointment of 24 hour delayed That makes me think that, maybe I’ll never get home But thank goodness for, the letter that make me feel that Perhaps I will never be alone."

And of course:  

"Why are all of these Asian stereotypes so true?"