Oddly enough, I think depression is contagious. I know I have been for a while, which is dumb cause I have qforlong. Even though he makes me happy, something inside me seems broken and I feel sad and depressed. I've come to grips with the fact that I'm just insane. But I have come to realize that you shouldn't belittle your own depression just because of how other people are doing
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Think of it, not so much as 42 weeks of not posting, but rather your own personal tribute to Douglas Adams.
I sympathize with you on the depression. My last really bad one was 4 years ago, but they still nudge me periodically despite meds. Sounds like this one predates going off your Prozac, so maybe a different/additional med is in order for a while?
I hope your mom gets out of the hospital soon, and recovers from whatever is going on.
I didn't even think of the Douglas Adams angle when I said that... let's hope it really is the answer, then.
Yeah, I am normally a kinda "down" person, but this depression is the worst I've had in a long time. I'll be curious to see what happens when I start up my Prozac again tomorrow.
My mom should be home this week. She went in a week from last Friday because she had been sick to her stomach for almost 2 weeks (since being discharged from the hospital the previous time...)
Thank you for your supportive words, I appreciate it!
Have you tried going for a drive? I know gas costs money, but if you can spare some, perhaps trundling down the curvaceous asphault violations of nature will ease your mind a bit, or at least help break you through your slough of despond.
How about a strip club? The girls at the Spearmint Rhino are pretty nasty, I hear. That's purely temporary, of course, but perhaps it could derail your lumbering steam locomotive of despair.
Try making up ridiculously overwrought metaphors, that seems to be making me smile.
Your overwrought metaphorical waxing was, in fact, rather amusing.
Driving doesn't seem to clear my head the way it did in decades past. Used to be I could pop a Venom tape in the player and head out to the highway and really unwind... My new(er) car gets sucky gas mileage too, which makes me less inclined.
A strip club, huh? Something tells me that sitting alone with a hard-on and nothing to do with it isn't going to be the panacea that you are imagining...
"Slough of Despond" is a great fucking phrase by the way.
"Slough of despond" was stolen straight away from Pilgrim's Progress.
And the point of the strip club is to go into the VIP room where the girls dry hump you till you cum. You could probably get out of there for about $60-$100, and no VD. A poor substitute, no doubt, but I was just throwing shit out there.
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Thanks for the hug!
You're probably right about friends being in a transition state. I tend to be a creature of habit, so that throws my world out of alignment, I guess.
Speaking of guessing, I put that down for music because I had already said that Cat's Cradle was playing and it was adding to my melancholy.
Ooops... it's actually Cat's in the Cradle... my bad.
On the off chance you have never heard this song, these are the lyrics;
My child arrived just the other day ( ... )
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I'd love to hang out (especially to giggle at maladroit children). I'll give you a call and we'll find a time to hang out!
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I sympathize with you on the depression. My last really bad one was 4 years ago, but they still nudge me periodically despite meds. Sounds like this one predates going off your Prozac, so maybe a different/additional med is in order for a while?
I hope your mom gets out of the hospital soon, and recovers from whatever is going on.
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Yeah, I am normally a kinda "down" person, but this depression is the worst I've had in a long time. I'll be curious to see what happens when I start up my Prozac again tomorrow.
My mom should be home this week. She went in a week from last Friday because she had been sick to her stomach for almost 2 weeks (since being discharged from the hospital the previous time...)
Thank you for your supportive words, I appreciate it!
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That's shitty.
Have you tried going for a drive? I know gas costs money, but if you can spare some, perhaps trundling down the curvaceous asphault violations of nature will ease your mind a bit, or at least help break you through your slough of despond.
How about a strip club? The girls at the Spearmint Rhino are pretty nasty, I hear. That's purely temporary, of course, but perhaps it could derail your lumbering steam locomotive of despair.
Try making up ridiculously overwrought metaphors, that seems to be making me smile.
Hope you get better, man...
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Driving doesn't seem to clear my head the way it did in decades past. Used to be I could pop a Venom tape in the player and head out to the highway and really unwind...
My new(er) car gets sucky gas mileage too, which makes me less inclined.
A strip club, huh?
Something tells me that sitting alone with a hard-on and nothing to do with it isn't going to be the panacea that you are imagining...
"Slough of Despond" is a great fucking phrase by the way.
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And the point of the strip club is to go into the VIP room where the girls dry hump you till you cum. You could probably get out of there for about $60-$100, and no VD. A poor substitute, no doubt, but I was just throwing shit out there.
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I wasn't really aware that you could get strippers to do that. My delicate sensibilities are now shocked.
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