I’m still struggling to entirely free myself from the grip of the Depression Monster. I’m doing better, thanks to our Stevie Nicks party. When I think about what she’s taught me, it helps free me from my inner asshole. I quit beating myself up for having depression and focus on forcing it back into remission.
I watched an interview on YouTube in which Stevie Nicks was royally pissed off. I had to view it a few times to recognize she was angry, (this is one of my known bugs.) When it clicked, I realized she gets pissed precisely the way I do. We both talk a whole lot of shit to cover up how powerless and hurt we’re feeling.
I’m kinda glad there’s someone else on this planet who reacts this way besides me. When I reach that point, I’m incredibly compelled to throw out unbelievable threats against whoever has me riled. I know as it’s coming out of my mouth how ridiculous it sounds. I just need to say it anyway.
As I age, I’ve improved slightly. It’s been decades since I’ve threatened to hit someone with the Empire State Building. It’s symbolic of my rage, not literal, (although, if I could, I might need a timeout to prevent it.) To me, I’m merely stating exactly how pissed off I am. Others usually choose to find it amusing, (which only makes me want to replace the Empire State Building with the moon.)
Before I acquired this um… Skill… My only way of expressing rage was crying. This is better. Just so you know, the best way to react to someone losing it like this is to remain silent and avoid eye contact. Perhaps no sudden movements, too. Please, don’t laugh, it just makes it worse.
Tomorrow morning at 7AM PST, the pre-ordering begins. Of course, there’s a dark side version as well. It’s red instead of green. I was in the process of researching my new gaming build, when this popped up and said, “Strong with the force, I am.” Gamer’s who also prefer their machine to look like a brilliant, (damn near garish) alien artifact: May the force be with you. Always. 💜
I’m getting ready to watch comedians on Netflix. Laughing until my face hurts is my way of going nuclear against the Depression Monster. I keep it in reserve for this use. I’m not pulling out my secret weapon just yet: Wanda Sykes. I do need to start watching Conan again, though. He’s like America’s Prozac. I love him. Okay, I’m off to laugh like there’s a prize.