Subterranean Homesick Alien - Radiohead

I received an e-mail from the all-seeing University FYI system a few days ago. One of the messages read thus:

Having trouble making friends?

Feeling lonely?

Anxious about deadlines?

Coping with stress by not eating or eating too much?

Feeling down or depressed?

Lost an important relationship?

Feeling isolated and/or missing home?

Having difficulty getting your needs met?

Have a low opinion of yourself?

Want new ways of relating or making connections?

I suppose it isn't a good sign when you can answer "yes" to every question on an ad for the University Counseling Center. It claimed to employ "people who REALLY understand." Yes, I'm sure they understand how to listen to an emo kid whine for an hour and scribble a prescription to buoy his floundering world with a lifevest of chemicals. Toguro.

I was laughed at today by a pair of girls in my math class for humming the melody line from Radiohead's How to Disappear Completely to myself.

I find it the ultimate in amusing ironies that I sit here complaining about all this to an electronic, public journal when it's perfectly obvious what my problem is. A shame the solution doesn't exist.