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SELF-HELPLESSNESS {IN PROGRESS...}

the "self-help" section of any bookstore is full of the depressed and as a corollary, the depressing. the sad members of society who have admitted that they have a problem, or haven't, in which case they are in denial and have admitted to that, who are convinced that by recognizing a fault in their mental or physical composition, they have compounded their flaw. clearly, in such cases, asking anyone else for help would only constitute a further sign of weakness and so, in a show of utter madness, they turn to the words of other raving lunatics for solace. luckily for me, i suffer from mild schizophrenia and one of my personalities fancies himself a shrink. matter of fact, it was he who told me i was schizophrenic. at first i wouldn't have believed him, but he assures me that the other voices agree with him by a two-thirds margin.