Okay, so it looks like we're stuck with four more years of Bush. Can't say I'm happy about that. I'm also not happy that it looks like the vast majority of the country is very happy with the scary neo-con wing of the Republican party running our government. Amendments banning same-sex marriages are passing left and right, at least two people that I know of that /are not/ very well hinged, mentally, have been elected to the U.S. Senate, and I'm not happy about that, either.
Despite a lot of things to be 'not happy' about, I've shaken myself out of my funk, and thankfully /not/ by going to the Votergasm party on campus and having meaningless sex with someone I don't know. Although, at a certain point last night, that was being considered as an option.
But I feel better now. Part of it is that I don't think I'm really inclined to depression...I don't really stay severely 'down' for very long. I never have. Part of it is, also, that I started reading 'Incubus Dreams' by Hamilton, and there's nothing like reading about someone fucking up their life (and just generally fucking) far more than you ever could, and acting like a bigger idiot than you ever could, to make you realize that you're not doing all that badly. Finally, I feel better because I actually thought about things. The brain is a nice tool.
So, can't say my life is exactly where I'd like it to be, and there are certainly things I'd like to address which I can't at the moment, but I'm feeling okay. Yay.
Despite a lot of things to be 'not happy' about, I've shaken myself out of my funk, and thankfully /not/ by going to the Votergasm party on campus and having meaningless sex with someone I don't know. Although, at a certain point last night, that was being considered as an option.
But I feel better now. Part of it is that I don't think I'm really inclined to depression...I don't really stay severely 'down' for very long. I never have. Part of it is, also, that I started reading 'Incubus Dreams' by Hamilton, and there's nothing like reading about someone fucking up their life (and just generally fucking) far more than you ever could, and acting like a bigger idiot than you ever could, to make you realize that you're not doing all that badly. Finally, I feel better because I actually thought about things. The brain is a nice tool.
So, can't say my life is exactly where I'd like it to be, and there are certainly things I'd like to address which I can't at the moment, but I'm feeling okay. Yay.