Helping myself to a serving of whoopass.

I bought a self-help book today. It was in the self-help section of Waldenbooks. Therefore, it is a self-help book. Even though it doesn't have a title like "Anxiety and Depression: How to deal with it." It's title is "An owner's manual to the Brain." It claims to be rooted in research, so it's not really all that mushy as "Chicken Soup for the Soul." But it doesn't hide the fact that's it's a self-help book.

I'll wonder why there's a stigma against self-help, why there's a fear of being called crazy, why I shuddered at the thought of carrying out a book on Depression, and yet carried out this book that is supposedly "rooted in research" LATER.

It must be the era we're all in. I'll stick with that answer until I can come up with a better one.