Under a Bridge

me (an intellectual): Am I S.A.D.? Or just sad?

6:25 am... There are days when you just don't want to... not at all. Not a single thing inspires you, or even interests you at times like these. Depression, exhaustion, apathy or just the plain old "fukkits" have mixed a big load of crap into your fruit salad.

Whenever I feel like this the idea of living under a bridge seems appealing. Except, these days, I'd probably have more company than I'd like, so it'd have to be some remote mountain top. This thought immediately brings to mind the Monty Python skit where there is a whole mountain full of hermits, so many that they have formed a community of hermits... sorta defeating the purpose... 

<insert tiny internal chuckle here>

Alas, as much as hermit-hood sounds like a good idea at times, it's not really a particularly viable option. So we deal with things, and we get through the day by focusing on some good stuff - our favorite songs, the upcoming holidays <substitute for Depression Central as appropriate>, the people who make us laugh and give us love, Cyanide and Happiness, whatever helps us smile a little and forget about being down. Each of us just has to have those little things, don't we? Those little pick me ups make all of the difference. Even if they don't get rid of the hurt, aggravation, sadness, or doubt, they bury it for a while. They distract us from the slightly fecal taste of the fruit salad. After all, they may be covered in crap, but the grapes are cold and crisp and super sweet... Enjoy your Monday folks... 6:39 am...