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Jan. 4th, 2008 08:05 pmGah.
I've written in this journal many times about clinical depression and its effects and my attitudes about it and all the rest of it. It's never more frustrating than when you see it coming and know you can't stop it. Sometimes you don't, because there's no obvious "trigger", and sometimes you wake up the morning after being kicked back by some small misfortune and you can see it like a goddamn freight train coming at you.
I called in sick today and will probably use it as an excuse not to go to the "team training" we're having tomorrow; do people actually exist in this world who think it's a good idea, or is it just one of the best scams ever pulled on corporate America?
I was talking to R about all of this, and realised I hadn't ever bothered to mention to him that I have depression. He seemed concerned, but we sorted it out pretty well between us; I told him not to act any differently and that I wasn't likely to burst into fits or even seem all that different -- I was just going to have to concentrate on taking care of business, paying my bills and getting my work in on time. I went out in the morning, and I had a great time, but I spent most of the afternoon on the couch watching videos R was looking at on YouTube.
We ferreted out the truth behind the "Use Sunscreen" speech. I had bought into the urban legend that it was a commencement address given by Kurt Vonnegut at MIT, though I did wonder why Kurt Vonnegut was talking about beauty magazines and weight issues, which are not generally things men spontaneously address. As it turns out, the Sunscreen Speech was written by a woman and published as a column in 1997 in the Tribune right here in Chicago. Its most famous incarnation is a song that is somehow attributed or associated or something with Baz Lurhman, which fucking figures. Don't get me started on him, he made one amazing film and has spent all his time since making absolute shit to balance the scales.
I'm not moving from the couch. If you want some space, grab it now. There's plenty of pillows. MUM MAILED ME FOUR TODAY. *headdesks*
I've written in this journal many times about clinical depression and its effects and my attitudes about it and all the rest of it. It's never more frustrating than when you see it coming and know you can't stop it. Sometimes you don't, because there's no obvious "trigger", and sometimes you wake up the morning after being kicked back by some small misfortune and you can see it like a goddamn freight train coming at you.
I called in sick today and will probably use it as an excuse not to go to the "team training" we're having tomorrow; do people actually exist in this world who think it's a good idea, or is it just one of the best scams ever pulled on corporate America?
I was talking to R about all of this, and realised I hadn't ever bothered to mention to him that I have depression. He seemed concerned, but we sorted it out pretty well between us; I told him not to act any differently and that I wasn't likely to burst into fits or even seem all that different -- I was just going to have to concentrate on taking care of business, paying my bills and getting my work in on time. I went out in the morning, and I had a great time, but I spent most of the afternoon on the couch watching videos R was looking at on YouTube.
We ferreted out the truth behind the "Use Sunscreen" speech. I had bought into the urban legend that it was a commencement address given by Kurt Vonnegut at MIT, though I did wonder why Kurt Vonnegut was talking about beauty magazines and weight issues, which are not generally things men spontaneously address. As it turns out, the Sunscreen Speech was written by a woman and published as a column in 1997 in the Tribune right here in Chicago. Its most famous incarnation is a song that is somehow attributed or associated or something with Baz Lurhman, which fucking figures. Don't get me started on him, he made one amazing film and has spent all his time since making absolute shit to balance the scales.
I'm not moving from the couch. If you want some space, grab it now. There's plenty of pillows. MUM MAILED ME FOUR TODAY. *headdesks*
