Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.
I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.
The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.
Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.
And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.
Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.
I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.
TPW to those with real problems.