I feel sad when people unfriend me from their f'lists.
I feel sad when, for various reasons, I find myself unable to drag myself to Yahoo Messenger to talk to people any more.
(This came about at the time when I began to realise that everyone else on my f'list has lots of work, and they're getting ever busier with various projects, and all I have is time - certainly little or no money to speak on).
I feel sad when my nephew tacks on another year, and grows ever closer to being an adult. He'll be 15 in February.
I feel sad when I'm alone on my birthday, and when I'm surrounded by raging drunks on New Year's. I feel like I want the crowd around me on the wrong days.
(I feel like I want to find a crowd of people who aren't drunks.)
But even if I don't have any new writing to work on for WW or Mongoose; even if my inbox remains stubbornly empty, YM is quiet, my mobile phone stays silent and my RL social life is moribund; I still never let go of my optimism, my appreciation of life and of being alive.
It's the best weapon I have against that crushing depression that's threatened to choke me since 2004.
(This was X-posted elsewhere. I just want to bring this to my general audience).
I feel sad when, for various reasons, I find myself unable to drag myself to Yahoo Messenger to talk to people any more.
(This came about at the time when I began to realise that everyone else on my f'list has lots of work, and they're getting ever busier with various projects, and all I have is time - certainly little or no money to speak on).
I feel sad when my nephew tacks on another year, and grows ever closer to being an adult. He'll be 15 in February.
I feel sad when I'm alone on my birthday, and when I'm surrounded by raging drunks on New Year's. I feel like I want the crowd around me on the wrong days.
(I feel like I want to find a crowd of people who aren't drunks.)
But even if I don't have any new writing to work on for WW or Mongoose; even if my inbox remains stubbornly empty, YM is quiet, my mobile phone stays silent and my RL social life is moribund; I still never let go of my optimism, my appreciation of life and of being alive.
It's the best weapon I have against that crushing depression that's threatened to choke me since 2004.
(This was X-posted elsewhere. I just want to bring this to my general audience).