Why is life so darned depressing? Every which way you turn, it's "More bombs blew up in the Middle East" or "Another school shooting" or "Yet again, [insert random form of violence] is increasing."
I know my latest entry wasn't exactly the cheeriest. I have the strangest habit of listening to depressing music when I'm depressed. It makes me feel better; maybe because I can see my life isn't really so bad. When I listen to happy music when I'm sad, it just makes it worse, it never cheers me up. Maybe I'm a freak. Or maybe everyone else is that way, too. I dunno.
I'm not actually, in the technical sense, depressed. I am sad about the VA Tech shooting, and my life isn't perfect, but really, I have no right to be depressed. I've got a home, plenty of food, a family that loves me... boy, do I sound like a cliche.
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