…with feeling vaguely down in the dumps. I indulged myself for a day, because it’s nice to have a change of pace; but dear God but it’s starting to get old. How people survive on a steady diet of gloom is a mystery that I’m perfectly ready to let the ages keep.
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How did we survive “swords”. In the end we’re all monsters.
I don’t know how others do it, but, when all I got is lousy part-time jobs where I’m somehow treated worse than scum and no prospects for real social happiness while all the college buddies are married with careers and kids, the only three options are depression, insanity, and willful ignorance of my plight until such time as I can improve it (which, assuming ObamaTax sticks around, will be after I go to jail for the heinous crime of “too rich for Medicaid, not rich enough to be able to drop 8-10K a year on health insurance”). None of those 3 emotional states are healthy (and, to be fair, I usually choose willful ignorance), but I manage to not go crazy.
Having something terrible yet better than the current state helps (mmmm… white collar prison food)
This is why I like your site.
I am depressed that I have to now remember another password to post on your site. At least I can actually access comments here.
Depression/gloom is my bread and butter. It sucks. Despite the fact I hide it from my kids, I think my son has inherited this trait. He went nuts last night when we told him after kicking his sister he could not check the “was nice to siblings” box on his responsibility board.
Always look on the bright side of life.
I don’t feel “vaguely” down in the dumps, I’m hurt and mad as hell and I don’t want to feel any differently. A lot of good people are going to be severely hurt over the next four years because we didn’t do enough to get the SCOAMF out of office, and I don’t know if we’ll be able to adequately recover from the damage in my lifetime, and that scares the royal shit out of me.