depresyon

Tyrol: How many of us ended up with the people we really wanted to be with? Got stuck with the best of limited options. And why? Because the ones we really want, we really loved, are dead, or dying, turned out to be Cylons and they didn't know it, like Boomer, and ...

Adama: Let's go.

Tyrol: No! I didn't know. So I buried my head in the sand, and I took it and I settled. I settled for that shriek, those dull, vacant eyes, that boiled cabbage stench of her. And why? Because this is my life! This is the life I picked, and it's fine. But you know, what? It's not. I didn't pick this life. This is not my frackin' life!

Adama: What the hell's gotten into you? Don't do this. Don't do this to her memory.

Tyrol: I'm sorry that I'm not going to do this the way you want me

(bkz: battlestar galactica)