determined...
Today was a bit of a doozy. I'd been feeling quite depressed for about a week, and on Monday, the weekend events finally hit home.
three_marlanas and whowantscookies really had moved, Mr. and Mrs. Dance really were gone for an entire month. They really had taken the cat, Earl Grey, with them. No people I knew. No cat. For a few hours, it felt as though my inner organs had chosen Monday morning to implode, and I was very shortly going to be throwing them all up. Staying up in the Attic would do me no good, so I went outside.Soy Capital and New City share many features, including economic depression and a tendency towards strange odors (Soy Capital prefers soy processing fumes, and New City often seems to reek of cigarette smoke). Then there are the surface differences, like gratuitous quantities or lack of soy, hills, and transportation options. Beyond that are the differences that can change things hidden a bit deeper. Back in the flat fields, whenever I got so down I had the gall to pity myself, there was very little that could drag me out of that spiral. Here, every time I get in that state, some sort of Fate steps in and puts a blind man on the bus I'm riding. Sometimes it is the same man, the overweight one who always wears a t-shirt with the sentence "Somewhere in Texas, a village is missing an idiot" on it. Whenever I am in this sort of funk and I encounter these people who have the guts to go out of the house despite not being able to see what lies before them, I am immediately impressed by their bravery, disgusted by my own emotional stew, and resolve to stop acting this way. Yarrr, world! I'm not dead yet!
