I think you are correct, and I wonder what it is that seems to make us so seemingly knee-jerk? Overall, as a nation and a culture, we seem to value forward movement (even in the wrong direction) over any sort of time-consuming examination of the actual situation.

It is more than mere impatience, I think; it is a fear of looking deeper than the surface. It appears to make it difficult for people to respond in more than simple platitudes, even when they have a desire to do so. Is it that there is a fear of true compassion---as the actual mingling, sharing of pain or joy?

Are we all become so fragile that we can't step into the stream of a friend's life to experience it as it actually IS? Or is it a stigma against depression as "something wrong" and some don't want to admit that something SO wrong could be so widespread?

Personally, I get furious and tired at once over having anything I say branded as "Oh, that's just cause you are depressed." even when it seriously is NOT that. And yet, simultaneously, while dismissing something important to me I am told to "buck up" and "let it go" when I AM in fact sunk in depression.

It's as if they want to have their 'pie' AND throw it in my face in normal mode.