Depression... Depression... Depression is a rather fickle thing. Most people think of depression as, "gosh, golly, I just feel so darn stinky today and I might just cry. But I won't and it will all be better in the morning". Sure thing, Shirley. That works with NORMAL people But what about us individuals that walk the Earth with thine heads scruzzled up as they've been in a blender at Sazerac? We don't have the luxury that Baby Skeets has of making it all feel better in the morning, boop-boop-a-doo, I thank you.
Even under the watchful and helpful guidance of the psychiatric specialists and the pharmaceutical specialists we STILL fall down and go boom. For an even more distinct group, we fall UP and go boom. Some of us do it both ways in fairly rapid succession, by todays standards. I'm "fortunate" enough to stay in the upright position most of the time. There are benefits that help those such as us. No sleeping days upon end. Regular eating and drinking of food and drink. Wake at a healthy hour and sleep at least five hours.
But when the down creeps up on you it is catastrophic. I am defenseless against its insidious talons. It sneaks in the room and starts me sleeping in longer periods. No more 5:00 AM wakies! You may not wake until 7 or 8! And you'll fall dead snoring at 8:00 PM. no movies or completely watched TV shows for you, Lad!
The choices you make... (This was no choice.) Bring your wake... Yeah, eventually. I want a break! I want something to be constant in life besides pain, aggravation and despair. I want to stop worrying about the bank acount and groceries for more than six months and I want my companion to spring out of what is rapidly becoming a REAL depression. I want people that owe me money for services rendered to pay up! Because, you see, money IS the root of all evil. Without money you wither, die and live beneath a bridge support. Without cash, you lose all your "stuff". Without dinero, bellies distend and babies depend, but get nothing more than a hug and a reassurance that things will be better... soon.
Money is the root of all happiness and the statement that money is the root of all evil is a steaming pile of horse shit made up by those people who HAVE money. They expect it to deter the people who don't have anything... Anything to keep the have-nots away from THEIR precious money.
What a screwed up world; what a screwed up country. With all of the political crap slinging going on, you'd think that one of these idiot politicians would say, "HEY! Why send all the damn money to all these places all over the world when we have our OWN people starving and poor and living in povety? Why can't Big Bro take care of what is at home? HEY! BARACK! Why in the Hell aren't you doing something about THAT!?!" (And I'm definitely not referring to the "help" for illegal aliens... Look more towards the Appalacians to see where REAL help is needed from REAL Americans...)
Because that's just the way it is. The rich get richer; the poor get poorer; it takes money to make money... What a rant...
Even under the watchful and helpful guidance of the psychiatric specialists and the pharmaceutical specialists we STILL fall down and go boom. For an even more distinct group, we fall UP and go boom. Some of us do it both ways in fairly rapid succession, by todays standards. I'm "fortunate" enough to stay in the upright position most of the time. There are benefits that help those such as us. No sleeping days upon end. Regular eating and drinking of food and drink. Wake at a healthy hour and sleep at least five hours.
But when the down creeps up on you it is catastrophic. I am defenseless against its insidious talons. It sneaks in the room and starts me sleeping in longer periods. No more 5:00 AM wakies! You may not wake until 7 or 8! And you'll fall dead snoring at 8:00 PM. no movies or completely watched TV shows for you, Lad!
The choices you make... (This was no choice.) Bring your wake... Yeah, eventually. I want a break! I want something to be constant in life besides pain, aggravation and despair. I want to stop worrying about the bank acount and groceries for more than six months and I want my companion to spring out of what is rapidly becoming a REAL depression. I want people that owe me money for services rendered to pay up! Because, you see, money IS the root of all evil. Without money you wither, die and live beneath a bridge support. Without cash, you lose all your "stuff". Without dinero, bellies distend and babies depend, but get nothing more than a hug and a reassurance that things will be better... soon.
Money is the root of all happiness and the statement that money is the root of all evil is a steaming pile of horse shit made up by those people who HAVE money. They expect it to deter the people who don't have anything... Anything to keep the have-nots away from THEIR precious money.
What a screwed up world; what a screwed up country. With all of the political crap slinging going on, you'd think that one of these idiot politicians would say, "HEY! Why send all the damn money to all these places all over the world when we have our OWN people starving and poor and living in povety? Why can't Big Bro take care of what is at home? HEY! BARACK! Why in the Hell aren't you doing something about THAT!?!" (And I'm definitely not referring to the "help" for illegal aliens... Look more towards the Appalacians to see where REAL help is needed from REAL Americans...)
Because that's just the way it is. The rich get richer; the poor get poorer; it takes money to make money... What a rant...
