The last few days I've been in a bit of a funk. I can't figure out what it is, except that maybe Valentine's day is coming up. Never been an issue before and nothing is pointing me to "Yes, that's it!"
I think Dean has been picking up on the vibe, since I've come home the last few days with cute little gifts. Two days ago, it was a mouse shaped pill box. Yesterday a mini-stairstep waterfall. Today a slice of pizza. He's a good kid.
I just wish I could shake these blues off. Usually, I can pinpoint the offending action, and fix it. This time I just can't. I just FEEL sad. There's nothing to shake off. Even in 2001, which I spent nearly completely in depression, I could point to Action A B and C and say THAT'S what caused this. The closest thing I've had to an explanation this time around is "I'm Lonely."
Maybe it is Valentine's Day....
I think Dean has been picking up on the vibe, since I've come home the last few days with cute little gifts. Two days ago, it was a mouse shaped pill box. Yesterday a mini-stairstep waterfall. Today a slice of pizza. He's a good kid.
I just wish I could shake these blues off. Usually, I can pinpoint the offending action, and fix it. This time I just can't. I just FEEL sad. There's nothing to shake off. Even in 2001, which I spent nearly completely in depression, I could point to Action A B and C and say THAT'S what caused this. The closest thing I've had to an explanation this time around is "I'm Lonely."
Maybe it is Valentine's Day....
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Date: 2005-02-12 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-12 03:48 pm (UTC)no subject
...The occasional thrown bomb notwithstanding...
SL
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Date: 2005-02-13 12:00 am (UTC)I'd point a finger at the greeting card companies and chocolate makers with their "everyone in the world is paired up, so buy buy buy for your sweethearts and if you're alone there's obviously something wrong with you" message. ::kicks them all:: I've never been in any sort of a romantic relationship, and personally with all the other problems I'm dealing with at the moment, having my face rubbed in it stings badly. I try not to think about it too much or I start crying.
That's just me, and this isn't my journal. But maybe there's a common thread.
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SL, whose most recent disaster in this direction (1-2 years ago) only served to rub his face harshly in his CFS