Feb. 4th, 2003
My head hurts.
Feb. 4th, 2003 05:38 pmSo I have a headache (just a pinpoint of pain just above my temple. Annoying.). And I need to finish two projects tonight. And I can't concentrate. I'm feeling listless. I don't even want to bother leaning down to put on my headphones so I can listen to my playlist. Maybe because I know my playlist will probalby cheer me up.
The worst thing about feeling depressed is that you don't particularly want to be cheered up.
It's a strange thing that people are going on about being depressed and stressed and stuff like that these days. A few hundred years ago, when we were either working out asses off for WAY less than we have now under one king or another, or having to work insane hours in horrible conditions, every member of the household working just to make ends meat, and even then hardly enough, nobody said anything about being "stressed" or "depressed". But here I am, with a 40 hour a week job that gives me more money than I need to survive, I have a kitchen and a microwave and a bathroom and a computer and a TV and game systems and hardly any demand on my time beyond four classes a week, with minimal assignments, and I'm "stressed". Or "depressed".
Or is it even that? Probably not. It's probably the thought that for my sweety to cross an imaginary line decided on by a bunch of stuffed shirt politicians and stay here that we're going to have to pay a lot of money, go through a lot of hell, and STILL get married before we want to.
I do not want to get married JUST so that the governments can go fuck themselves and leave us alone.
I was going to keep going, but I just don't feel like it.
The worst thing about feeling depressed is that you don't particularly want to be cheered up.
It's a strange thing that people are going on about being depressed and stressed and stuff like that these days. A few hundred years ago, when we were either working out asses off for WAY less than we have now under one king or another, or having to work insane hours in horrible conditions, every member of the household working just to make ends meat, and even then hardly enough, nobody said anything about being "stressed" or "depressed". But here I am, with a 40 hour a week job that gives me more money than I need to survive, I have a kitchen and a microwave and a bathroom and a computer and a TV and game systems and hardly any demand on my time beyond four classes a week, with minimal assignments, and I'm "stressed". Or "depressed".
Or is it even that? Probably not. It's probably the thought that for my sweety to cross an imaginary line decided on by a bunch of stuffed shirt politicians and stay here that we're going to have to pay a lot of money, go through a lot of hell, and STILL get married before we want to.
I do not want to get married JUST so that the governments can go fuck themselves and leave us alone.
I was going to keep going, but I just don't feel like it.
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Feb. 4th, 2003 07:10 pmThis thread started out great.
But after this post things sort of went to hell.
Which led me to post this response.
But after this post things sort of went to hell.
Which led me to post this response.