Something Vaguely Lighthearted

Before I got home today, and subsequently found out my best friend was in a critical state of crisis, I had this post in mind that was going to be somewhat lighthearted but still mention that I'm getting a whiff of that summer depression that sort of happens to everyone in varying degrees of bigness. Sort of like post-partum depression, except with less childbirth.

Everyone knows I've had my moments. My days wherein the stinky foot of depression is stepping on my vertebrae and making them snap, crackle, and pop. It slowed down once I got myself the hell out of The Stressful College Preparation Program, but it comes back to visit every now and again. I try not to talk about it as much anymore. I don't like to tell my friends when I'm depressed. Mostly, I just take all of that hurricane stuff and force it to make a drawing of God finding his laundry's shrunk. Part of the big epiphany I had last month was the realization that if I felt down, I didn't have to take everybody else down with me.

Oh, believe me, if I could, I'd get rid of my depression completely. But my theory is that when a person is introspective, depression is bound to rear its poopy head. This is because thinking about stuff is depressing. A lot of stuff is bad. And when an introspective person has an entire three months completely to themselves, can you guess what's going to happen? It starts with an in and ends with sanity.

This may sound strange, but yes, I have gotten sick of myself. I'll catch myself sometimes just thinking about how much of a nuisance I am. I get to wondering how anybody else deals with me. I'm not funny, I make ugly faces, and I'm terrified of abandonment. Sounds like fun!

So I'm just warning you, blog-o-sphere. There will be ramifications. Since there's still about two and a half months of summer vacation, you can expect more than a few posts about me being sad, bored, and caged in. Then again, that's perfectly normal, so why even mention it?