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A blog about living life in a depressed state everyday... |
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Welcome to my life. I am a pretty ordinary person. I have a home which I am currently sharing with my daughter and her small family IE kid and boyfriend. I work the night shift at a tape factory which means when I am not at work my favorite hobby is sleeping. I am single and hardly date which means not at all. I have a cat, Harley Quinn and a dog, Moose. Though I am single I have been in a lifelong relationship with depression. There have been times when I have willed myself out of bed, and others when I could not even do that. Several years ago I lost my mother and both sisters to different forms of cancer all within a year of each other, one of them dying on Christmas Eve. This did nothing to help my depression and actually was a catalyst in picking up an old addiction that I had laid to rest for nearly two years. The beloved fight with the bottle. Not drinking near as much as I used to but drinking more than I need to. I am the head of my family because all the adults are dead. This means that the kids are running the candy store seeing that those of us who are still here have never really grown up enough to be responsible to head anything. However I am the oldest living relative so that makes me the head. Where as my Mom and sisters would handle things I just try to keep everybody calm and out of jail. For the most part we all do our own thing but we still rely on each other emotionally, that makes us close. I have never been married because I believe men cannot handle my mood swings, well the ones I have known anyway. Yes, I have had my share of relationships, one dysfunctional relationship right after the other. The last one lasted a little over 6 years. It was inevitable it would end for he was just as crazy as me. As I mentioned before I have a child, a daughter who I believe is just as depressed as I am. I say that because she acts exactly like me. She can also be quite the moody little dickens. She and her boyfriend live here with me along with her little girl. Her boyfriend is a good guy. He has a twin brother and both of them have aspirations of being actors. You can scoff and laugh but for living in a little Podunk town like this they have managed to get acting gigs. Yes they are extras but they are getting bigger parts all the time. Cannot go in to any details about their last endeavor, but the casting director asked them to come and film a few days. I know it's not a big part but it is a speaking part and it is something. Like I said, very impressive considering where we live which is right in the middle of anywhere America. I have four nieces and two nephews who will make appearances from time to time in this blog. Unlike most cousins and aunties we all grew up together, because my parents had me late in life when my two sisters were half grown, I am a year and a half older than my oldest niece. This was something I used to hold over her head with great pride when we were younger. I find myself nowadays not mentioning it so much seeing as how I keep getting closer and closer to fifty. My oldest niece and middle niece live here where I do. My other two nieces live in Florida. They are my oldest sister, Janey's kids. I also have two n'er do well nephews who live in Tennessee. They are the sons of middle sister Dana. I don't see them as much as I like but they both live lives of such turmoil, chaos, and drama I find the less I know about what is going on the better. Each of my nieces and nephews have children. They range in ages from 29-7. Some of their children have children making me and 3 of my nieces grandmothers. So why do I feel the need to make this blog. I don't know except that writing has always been cathartic for me. It is a way to let off steam and express myself. A means by which I calm down. My biggest problem with writing is trying to figure out how to wrap something up so I can move on to the next idea. So here it is. My blog, Depressed. |
| I am so pissed right now, I was writing beautiful prose full of witty banter about growing up in the summertime in the 70s, and lost it all. I hate that , you get on a roll you know it is good, and then poof gone. Sometimes writing with pen and paper is much better than using these insipid electronic devices even if they are called notebooks! I had some good stuff in there too. Recollections of playing in the mud and catching fire flies. Memories of my dad punching holes in old mayonnaise jar lids so we could capture these bugs and keep them captive for a couple of days. I remember sitting mine on the table next to my bed and watching it light up every night,until of course the poor flies died. I also made a valid point of us staying out all day and not coming in til the street lamps flickered on, and of not being electronically connected to our not so overprotective parents, as they always yelled for us when we were needed. I left out the part about hearing the melodious tunes coming from the Good Humor truck 6 blocks away and rushing up to my dad's room to grab a handful of change so I could get my Chocolate Fudgical fix. It was all much better written than this but you get the idea. Nowadays I would never consider letting my four year old grand daughter go outside by herself to play in the yard. And that to me is so sad. It seems that all the perverts who have blatantly taken children right out from under the noses of unassuming adults have ruined such a magical piece of childhood for all kids. I am not one who is overtly overly protective of my grand daughter, but I am cautious. And because I will do whatever it takes to ensure her safety, she is being robbed of her first taste of independence, for neither me nor her parents are very far from her side in whatever she is doing, and while I admit 4 is a little young to venture outside without constant supervision, I don't see the scenario changing as she gets older. Yes there will come a time when we let her venture out on her own but not without a cell phone fully loaded with the latest GPS app. It is a shame we have to parent like this in the 21st century, but society's inability to keep us safe from real live boogie men has given us no choice. When I was a child you had a whole neighborhood of people who would all look after the kids, nowadays you barely even speak to your neighbors. Community has been evicted because of distrust, and of course our own obsessions with living life on social media instead of making proper human connections. In a way we have hijacked our own lives through wifi. The innocence of summer is long gone and now here we are in the George Jetson century, too afraid to let our kids be the explorers we once were. I ask you is this any better than the good ol' days? I will answer that question; no my friend, no. |
| And so begins my long weekend. It actually started yesterday but seeing as how I worked Thursday night and slept all day Friday, today is the official start of my Memorial Day weekend. Why do people always ask if I have any plans for such holidays? The answer is always going to be no! Too broke to do anything more than just be off the extra day from work. My grand-kid just learned a new word, seriously. She uses it as a question in response to something she finds stupid. Seriously? I also should stop spouting politics around her for she seems to think Donald Trump is synonymous with the Boogie Man. Sometimes I question my daughter's judgement in leaving her daughter unsupervised with me. I don't care she is a funny kid and just like her mother and grandmother she is harboring all the right potential for a sarcastic smart ass. Work is so slow right now. We usually are strong into overtime but not this year, which is creating major suckage on my paycheck. This is why I am perennially broke this year. God I hope we pick up during the summer, I don't know how much more time I can spend with my family before I snap and start eating sidewalk chalk. Oh yeah our insane cat had 5 kittens. The aroma pervading my house is exquisitely toxic. We got rid of one, hopefully the others will be gone soon. I love my pets but I am satisfied with not having a house full of them. Still depressed just not as bad as last couple of entries, my birthday was really hard for me this year. I will turn 50 with no problem but turning 48 almost killed me. I have always lost it on odd birthdays, like 23 was devastating, 25 I was okay. Turned 30 without a hitch, but 32 I lost my mind. Forty was devastating, not because of being forty but because that was the year I lost my mom and oldest sister, followed the next year with my middle sister. That's me in a nutshell this week. Nothing new going on just trying to keep it all together. |
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