a random anecdote, and then i'll post the travel journal entry for the day.
so up until a few years back, i was very prone to pretty serious bouts of depression. i've gotten a lot better lately than i once was, but i still occasionally fall into these sort of episodes for a few days here and there. my experience with them dictates that the best response is to sort of ride them out, just believe that they'll eventually resolve themselves, and they do. they're usually really caused by nothing, and go away as a result of nothing. trying to "fix" them is just as useless as fighting the air, because there's literally nothing really there to fix.
anyway, the last few days have been pretty rough in this regard, leading to me sleeping 2 or so hours a day for four straight days, barely getting through classes yesterday and going to bed at 9:30, and ending up with me staying in bed until 2 this afternoon based on the reasoning that there wasn't anything ever worth getting up for. well, eventually this resolved itself and i got up and around, and feel at least a bit better.
the point of the story is that i usually buy a frozen pizza or something similar on friday nights, to take back to my place and eat as a celebratory gesture for the end of the week, since i have no social life or romantic life to speak of or partake in instead. so tonight, i didn't even get home from work until 11pm or so, after having walked home in a miserable-ish sideway-blowing ice storm. i decided it was ridiculous considering how hungry i was to even think about cooking real food, so i headed down to IGA to grab some fake food and some groceries for next week. lo and behold, jesus had phone IGA ahead of time and made them sell out of all nine brands of frozen cheese pizza (but not any of the other varieties of those brands, including Meat Trio, Sausage Piledriver, Pepperoni Tornado, Bacon-cane, and Steakopalypse). absolutely flummoxed at my bad luck, and in a very bad temper at this point, i ran screaming out of IGA with the rest of my groceries without paying (okay, part of that is exaggerated).
on my sulking way back to my apartment, once again in the icy rain, i saw some fratboy douche who had a little caesar's pizza box in his hands crossing the street. i had no idea little caesar's was open so late, but sweet inhalable oxygen it was on the way home and has "cheap" six dollar pizzas already made. so i ran in and asked the guy if they had any cheese pizzas left, and damned if they didn't have one left, cold and most definitely not ready, on the "hot and ready" shelf. so i shelled out the cash (sometimes debt is better than crazy) and got the pizza and it was then, as i was standing there dripping wet, holding two sodden bags of groceries, having a terrible haircut and beard, looking really scary with five days of depression behind me and desperately grabbing the pizza from this guy, that a really cheesy version of bob marley's "no woman no cry" came on the overhead speaker. i laughed and laughed and laughed and probably scared the fucking shit out of the counter guy.
anyway, it was great and i wanted to share.
guess you had to be there.
it's unstated but seems to be implied by this story that something related to women was integral to your depression. are you passive-aggressive blogging again? =)
ReplyDeletehaha...no, this is just the Bunting sourceless malaise striking again. it might have been touched off by the lack of totino's cheese pizza we've been experiencing for the last few weeks, though.
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