Why I Hate Depression

by: Niebezpiczny Ksiezyc

 

Chino from the Deftones sings “you like depression, cause it matches your eyes...” Oh yeah, you just have to love feeling depressed, especially if it matches your eye color. I mean, I know I just cannot get enough of the feelings of being insignificant and perpetually sad. Oh please, let me stay depressed! What if I promise to be good, then may I? What a load of crap!  Society today views depression as “cool.” Look at all of those musicians who are “depressed”! Oh yes because I know when I feel depressed, I want to get in front of a group of judgmental peers and sing about my feelings.

 

Have you ever noticed the way that your mind does everything in its power to make you stay depressed? Seriously, it does! What, does it not like producing Serotonin? For example, when people keep asking if you are okay, you feel guilty for making them worry. On the other hand, when they do not ask, you feel unloved, and quite simply, insignificant, menial ect...you get the point. (if you do not get the point, get a freakin' dictionary and then get a clue, okay Hon)? Your mind is out to get you!  (and no, paranoia is not one of my many issues, yet).

 

Okay, next topic about why I hate depression; being easily irritated all of the time. Have you ever felt like you wanted to take someone’s head and repeatedly slam it into a wall? Well, welcome to my fun little world, 24-7.  Usually, things like stupidity just roll off my back, but not lately.  Lately I find myself praying and begging for natural selection! What happened to survival of the fittest? (and yes, I know that natural selection pertains to reproductive fitness not mental/intellectual fitness). But one can always dream, no?

 

Alrightie, next topic! Gee aren’t you so excited? I know I am. By the way, if you have not already realized this yet, I should probably inform you that I am being sarcastic (I am not implying that you, the reader, is stupid, but sometimes it is hard to tell when writers are being sarcastic. So let me break it down for you, the entire essay is sarcastic with the exception of the last part of this little essay). Anyway, next topic: lack of caring for anything and sometimes anyone. For instance, right now, I should be paying attention to my Physics teacher, but I do not care, hence this little essay.  Do not thank me, thank the boringness that is magnetism. Would you like another example if me not caring? Well, I do not care if you want to read another example or not! Ha, if I wasn’t so depressed I would say, “I rule.”

 

Finally, how could I have forgotten to mention the whole, wishing I could curl up in a hole and die part? Oh yea, that is always fun! Really, you should try it sometime! It is to die for! (sorry, could not resist, have to somehow find something that remotely amuses me). Happiness may come for a few moments, but then reality sets in, and bye-bye happy feeling. Bye-bye laughter, bye-bye smiles. Have you ever felt like you are slowly dying?

 

Hmmm...and society says that depression is cool.  I would tell them to crawl in a hole and slowly and painfully die.  If I cared.