04-16-2005, 07:25 PM
April 16, 2005
OP-ED CONTRIBUTOR Take This Quiz and Call Me in the Morning
By JOHN KENNEY
octors in New York City have begun to use a simple questionnaire to determine if a patient is at risk for depression.- The New York Times, April 13
(For the following questions, please check only one box.)
My general mood today is:
â Ecstatic.
â Generally happy.
â Fine.
â I want to kill the person next to me on the F train flossing.
⢠Most days I feel:
â Dandy.
â Strangers on the train.
â Like "I've got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby."
â Like I could beat a baby seal to death and laugh the whole time.
⢠When I have time to myself and my mind wanders, the thoughts are:
â Positive.
â Negative.
â Sex.
â Bela Karolyi.
⢠If I was informed that my recent girl/boyfriend was seen on a date just eight days after the breakup, I would:
â Wish them the best.
â Wonder with whom.
â Follow her/him and consider going to that store in the East 30's that sells C.I.A.-like equipment where you can listen to people up to a mile away without their knowledge.
â Hope he/she got food poisoning.
⢠The effect of living in a crowded, noisy, expensive city and working in a dead-end job in a windowless office where the "big" thrill is signing yet another co-worker's birthday card with some dopey line you don't even mean and then, later, Thursday night drinks and random hook-ups that leave you embarrassed and will eventually make you wonder if New York is really for you to the point where you feel:
â Excited to meet the day.
â Satisfied that life is offering you more than you ever imagined in college.
â What was the question?
â A cold coming on.
⢠Let's say I just saw your old girl/boyfriend and she/he looked really happy and couldn't recall your name. That would make you feel:
â Confused.
â Hurt.
â Gassy.
â Like punching the questioner in the face, hard, like a bunch of times.
⢠I watch reruns of "Law & Order" even though I have seen them many times before, and there are books I have not read, and that art history class at the New School, and even just a walk over the Brooklyn Bridge at dusk - but then, there's the Burritoville menu right there by the phone and so I:
â Think about showering this week.
â Feel lonely.
â Look at Craigslist's "casual encounters" section and then feel dirty.
â Think I'll have a "California Chicken Bab-o-rito" with a side of plantains.
⢠Seriously, though, if you learned that someone just saw your old girl/boyfriend, like, 20 minutes ago with this super-hot girl/guy, and they looked really happy, how would you feel?
â Like tackling you and stuffing a sleeve of thin mints down your throat.
â I want to go home now.
â I hate forms and I hate this office and wish I was dead.
â Depressed.
John Kenney has just completed his first novel.
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I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk. A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind. A need to return to genuine practice, right effort. Need to push on the great doubt. Need for the spirit. Hang on to the clear light.
Thomas Merton

