Everything's a 'disorder' now.
I always thought that my mood this time of year resulted from long hours at work without getting into sunlight much, a healthy dread of the Xmas Retail Crunch, the knowledge that it's going to be damn cold for the next couple of months, and having to deal with well-meaning friends saying "Oh, gosh, it must be horrible to be alone for the holidays!" (No, darling, the holidays are one of the few times I really get to be alone. Now get your hand off my shoulder and go write Xmas cards or something.)
Now I find out it's "Seasonal Affective Disorder".
Also, it appears that my compulsive posting in search of laurels and back-patting is actually "Internet Addiction" and not "Keyboard Diarrhea", and my reluctance to deal with large groups of knuckle-walking morons is not caused by a smug sense of superiority over lower primates, but rather by something called "Social Anxiety Disorder".
What I want to know is this: When did a normal change in mood suddenly require a DSM IV entry to describe it and a pill to fix it? How in Vishnu's name did H. Sap. make it for fifty millennia without drugs to fix these oh-so-debilitating problems? When did the social maladepts that so thickly populate college psych departments grab hold of the reins of definition? (And what thimble-headed gherkin decided that spamming is the way to market these modern Soma variants? I think I'd rather wade through a hundred 419 Scam and Breast Enlargement emails than another one of these...)