When I go clothes shopping with my wife, she thinks I
get bored. I'm not bored, I'm depressed. I keep seeing all these thin,
beautiful, female mannequins wearing things I'd like to wear. I'm sad
because I wish it was me trying on these clothes, and I wish I could
look as good as the mannequin when I wear them. Sometimes I have to distract myself just to keep from crying. Sometimes I end up acting like a jerk just to speed things up. Which just makes me hate myself more.