I don't think I'm depressed....

I may not be depressed, but I think I may be a little too easily swayed by commercials. I was watching the Olympics, and judging the divers for looking miserable, (I conceal my insecurity of never having been very physically coordinated by making assumptions about the happiness level of the best of the physically coordinated people based on their appearance at their big event.) when this commercial came on. It was the commercial for depression medication. The video was of various people looking sad in dark lit rooms, while perhaps a loved one looked sadly on the first sad looking person. Meanwhile, minor chords slowing plod along on a piano, mournfully emphasizing the general mood. I sit on Cam's couch alone and continue to watch this sad commercial (Cam was in the computer room doing...something. I don't know. Looking at bills, measuring pictures, playing tetris...who knows? All I know is that he went in there for a minute or two, and I was alone...and suddenly so sad...) and begin to realize that I too sit alone in a dark lit room. The people in the commercial apparently have taken the medication by the end of the commercial and they seem to be doing...better? One guy opens some blinds, a woman is shopping and holding up fat jeans...and I still feel sad. I think things like I should open the blinds... (Sigh) Oh, that woman has to buy fat jeans? (Sigh) Oh that's sad... (Sigh) That must feel awful... (Sigh) Gosh, I feel...(sigh)...depressed. The commercial ends and suddenly the tv is brighter and happier, and I suddenly snap out of it. Wait! The blinds are closed because the windows face the tv. I wouldn't be able to see a thing! And hey! Who cares? I don't wear fat jeans! Wait! I'm not depressed...I'm just a little tired...
Anyway, guess I'm not depressed. But now I have a little reason to be. It looks like I won't have a job soon. The boss people want me to apply for a different position in our company, but like to remind me that lots of other people are applying...basically reminding me that although I am great at my job, I still don't get to keep it. It's frustrating.
Oh, and my apologies for leaving "the poll" going for too long. But really, only two of you take time to look at my actual blog, so no one sees it. And honestly, I'm only moderately clever. It takes time to think of something else to place there. Naked presidents came to me in my insomnia a while back, I don't know when something clever will come. I'll worry about it when I think people are actually looking at the blog and judging me. I do better under pressure. (Or maybe when I don't feel so...depressed...sigh...)