A physical disease contracted once born into the world, it afflicts one in ten men. The symptoms of this are owning a large well furnished home, owning a sports car which cost more then your university fees and having a drop dead gorgeous partner, yet still complaining about life.
The only known cure for Doucheaveriiatius is a shiftsharp kick in the groin followed by a good three minute bottling.
<Wealthy Young Male Executive> "Oh darn I just got a four thousand pay rise, too bad my porsche still has another week in it, before I can buy another car, why does this depress me so much, doctor?"
<Doctor Wellington> "I'm sorry to say this, sir, you have Doucheaveriiatius."
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"