all this whine and no cheese
This is a post with tons of whine ahead, so if you aren't up for that, feel free to run away quickly to someone else's blog. I am in a funky place and since sunshine, funny child antics from the boys, amazingness in general from the daughter, loving support from Mr. Wright, and people saying nice things to me aren't helping, I am blogging about it. Isn't that the American way? We have an emotion and make it public whether it's appropriate or not?
I am sad.
Sad like wearing brown during the nineties. Sad like a mullet in any decade. Sad like hanging out in your pajamas all day and having to answer the door that way and trying to make up some excuse about being sick when you're healthier than Jillian Michaels. Sad like doing all those crazy things and not even getting the Klondike bar for it. Sad like a shaved cat. Sad like a claustrophobe stuck in the airplane bathroom. Sad like a Star Wars fan during the last three films.
Just sad.
I don't know what the heck is wrong with me. I am paralyzed to write because I feel crummy and incapable. And I don't know why. I usually get a short bout of chronic depression in the month of May, but it only lasts a few weeks and I get over it. This is different somehow. This is epic. This has been the last month.
I'm thinking of moving to Africa.
Or maybe North Dakota.
Or maybe I'll eat a tub of ice cream all by myself and watch chick movies because moving to Africa or North Dakota would require unthinkable amounts of packing, and then there's that business of having nowhere to live once I got there . . .
I am actually writing this in a post because I went online to do something that always makes me smile. I've posted it before a few years ago, but is happiness something that can only be shared once? This video has never failed to fill me with hope–hope in humanity, hope in understanding, hope in a simple smile and a dance. It's something that manages to coerce my smile muscles to do their job. It's an absurdly easy job — lazy good-for-nothing muscles that they are.
I can't figure out how to embed this (which figures at the moment in spite of the fact that I've done it before), so you'll have to link to it on your own. Sorry for my lack of ambition.
