She's a teenage girl. Enough said, really. Here's how the exchange went down, to the best of my recolection. "You don't know me. You don't know what goes on behind these walls!" "Behind these walls? Hahahahaha!" "Uh! What if I have a reason to be pissed!?" "What's the reason?" "I'm bi-polar." "Hahahahaha!" "Shut up. It's true. My psychiatrist told me!" "You don't have a psychiatrist..." "School pychiatrist." "You can hardly call that a psychiatrist. Anyway, what did they say, exactly?" "That I'm bi-polar because I have mood swings and..." "So I guess being a woman doesn't count as a medical condition?" "It's not funny!" "Alright. So I guess you'll be going on medication then?" "What!?" "You're bi-polar so you need meds or you'll hurt yourself. You'll commit suicide." "I'm not going to take medication." "But you have to. It's either that or die." "I believe in God and I'm not going to take medication because I believe in God, okay?" "Alright. Whatever."