A horrible thing has happened recently - I've kind of lost my engagement in the single player game. This is bollocks and cannot stand. I half blame work - this is practically the first time I've worked a full time job ever. Say what you will about bartending and waiting tables (and I can... at length), you can definitely make enough to live on working only part time. 8 hours is a lot of hours, folks. A good deal of the time when I get home all I feel good for is watching teevee and mooking around the internet. Another factor is the bullshit depression, of course.
Holy shit I turn crazy around this time of year. After barely being able to concentrate at work, having to run around the block to burn off energy, threatening to Skype people screaming, and singing in the apartment at the top of my lungs I am finally at the airport. Funny story, after all that i underestimated how long it would take to get my bags checked and missed my flight by like a minute. So I'm on standby for the next one, never fear. I've been on standby before, but in previoius intances it totally wasn't my fault. Really.
Aristotle defines tragedy as something providing a "catharsis of pity and fear", which is a fancy pants way of saying tragedy lets us feel strong emotions like loss or fear or pain without the real triggering life events. A question arises then - why the balls would anyone want to experience that? You could have long-winded debates about that question, take my word for it because I have.
One of the most terrifying things for depressed folks is asking for help. There’s a funny thing about depression, it tends to convince you that you’re somehow an incomplete person. I don’t know how it applies to other people so this post will probably be pretty personal, but if it helps someone that is what I’m here for.