Wednesday, September 08, 2004

incoherence at its best

I was just talking to a friend the other day who is all-smiles in person and mega-depressed otherwise. I find it amusing how people who are depressed [myself included], when in the state, think they are the absolute height of any sort of depression. They are the ones who have been struck by such a misfortune that nobody else can ever imagine. They alone are in such a knot in their personal hell that nobody else can understand it. Bull. Complete and utter bull. Self-involved is one thing, enjoying your pain is another. Personally, 'if you have nothing wrong with your life, you're a piece of fluff' is my theory. Hence, I enjoy my pain. When there is none, as it happens to be now, I'm tripping on my own dullness. Bleh. Life isn't fun without the ups and downs going on, and believe me, there have been downs.

While I'm on a depression rant, is anyone else sick of people whining and getting all 'majnoo-like' over some imagined infatuation that was not reciprocated?

Misha at Wednesday, September 08, 2004

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