I ran into one of my old grade-school classmates today. Hadn't seen her in a good ten years. We made polite conversation and "caught up" on how everyone was doing, blah blah blah. When the conversation turned to where we were working at the moment, I told the woman I was working at a law firm I quit over a year ago. Even as I was saying it, I was thinking to myself "can she tell I am lying out of my ass? Can she see my loserness?" I just could not bring myself to let on that I am a long-term unemployed person. I realize that I don't owe her any kind of explanation, but I just wish I had something better to say in these instances than "I quit my job in part because of a severe nervous breakdown, and now I have been unemployed so long that I may never get hired again for anything more than retail, if that."

This is how I feel right now. Overly dramatic, I know. *hangs head in shame*

The clincher in all this is one of my former classmates, according to this woman, is actually in a mental institution.