Last Friday, like every Friday, we ate out. Summer hours are over at work, so I got home something after 5PM. I ordered pizza within a half-hour or so after arriving. We ate at about 6:30. Apparently, that is too late. I’ll spare you the details, but it was too late, and I fucked up by waiting instead of ordering ahead. So, this week, I tried my damndest to get the dinner on time. But, lo! I had forgotten I...
How do I write about something when that very something saps me of the will to do anything? Really, I should stop bitching about this and do something about it, right? Just snap the hell out of it and be a man, live life. Sure, you’ve got problems, but we’ve all got them, and you’re better off than most. You’ve got two beautiful girls, a good job, a roof over your head… … I just don’t care. Apparently, our toilet...
As has been pointed out to me, the love of ones offspring is not an accurate metric of ones success as a parent. A kid loves her daddy if he beats her, molests her, ignores her. Kids just love their daddies — at least while they’re kids. They don’t realize how much they hated him until they grow up. I have a problem with discipline. That is, I don’t. My volume ratchets up, my cadence becomes rigid and stern. I...
This was the ultimate RYO tobacco for me. Here’s a rough translation of the manifesto on the back of the package: Black Death shag is a direct protest of smokers against strongly increasing intolerance. Black Death smokers want to preserve their rights and avoid becoming social outcasts. Black Death smokers keep the following principles: Smoking is a human right and must be respected in accordance with the United Nations Universal Declaration of Human Rights; The choice to smoke must be...
This night, as per the title of this post, I’m living good. Ani wanted a playdate. Usually, I dread such things, because it means her going door to door asking if anyone wants to play with her, and Christ knows what it means to me. Am I supposed to come over and linger at the sidewalk as she does what kids do? I hate to just send my kids to a house and let them have at it. But tonight,...
What the hell am I going to talk about? I might as well start with the most recent event of note in my life: electro-convulsive therapy. For years I’ve “struggled” with depression. No, that’s not right. I lay beneath depression as it pinned me to the floor and anxiety piled on top. A few months ago, I stopped taking all of my anti-depressants (Pristiq and Abilify) in hopes of exorcising the zombie in me and bringing out someone who enjoys...
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2 responses to “Shock Therapy”
Very interesting reading from someone that is suffering from depression..i have been for a few years..but i take my meds..after reading ur page i better not stop..be in for just 3 days once so it was not to bad..i hope ur getting better..i thought i would leave a mess so u knew ur not alone in how u feel..and i also wanted u to know someone is reading ur posts ..ok
Yvonne
Thanks, Yvonne. We all know we’re not the only ones who feel this way, but it’s easier to believe when a fellow traveler says hello.