So, I’m still here.  I’m probably as much surprised as anyone else. 

I haven’t been writing because I don’t really want to have just another emo whine box to add to the ambient noise of the internet.  I failed a few times to talk about other things.

A friend that talks to me infrequently happened to be in a similarly dour state at the same time of night.  We both were tired and had tried to go to bed, but then got up and planned to kill some time until we could rest. It wasn’t that they especially wanted to talk to me, I just happened to be there.

In any case, they told me of a situation that seems to have brought them into a state where they can relate to what I had previously discussed with them.

I got the impression they expected me to take some kind of pleasure in hearing about it.  On the contrary, if I could do anything to prevent or alleviate this state for any of my friends I would.  Of course a lot of my relationships are uni-directional.  This kind of mental hell I don’t wish on anyone.

In fact I’d wish cancer on someone before I wish them to be depressed.  With cancer you might die but that’s increasingly less likely and everybody wants to be a small part in making things better.  There’s even tests that can verify you’re cancer free.  To contrast you’ll never really be depression free.  Nobody wants to hear about your problems.  As well, eventually depression will kill you.   If you’re depressed you might get lucky and die of cancer.  Probably not.

For the benefit of those that are making the obvious leap in judgement, I’m not tying a noose right now.

On a lighter note, if I could have had the foresight to bottle the happiness I was having in surplus a few years ago I’d probably have enough for everyone.  I’ll try to remember that if I ever get back there again.

So anyway, there’s the misery teaser.  There’s a lot more where that came from.  Now back to your regularly scheduled silence.  Merry Whatever!!