Mood Swing by Lee Hammerschmidt

“Well, Doc, it’s like this,” Albert said to his psychiatrist. “It seems that most of the time I’m questioning whether my life has any purpose, meaning or value. But then all of a sudden, I’ll have this brief burst of hope like maybe life isworthwhile. Then, in a flash, I’m back thinking about the futility of existence. It goes back and forth, on and on. Am I bi-polar?” 

“No,” the shrink said. ‘This is much more serious than that! It’s a classic textbook case! We must start treatment immediately or you won’t come back from Existential Dread Man’s Swerve!” 

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