weird...
I don't think it's a big stretch to say that at some point in any college students career, that they are going to feel some degree of depression. For that matter, I don't think it's too big of a stretch to say that everyone experiences some type of depression at some point in their life. Now I personally feel like my freshman year was really the begining and peak of any depression I've ever felt in my life. I suppose that is to say, that right now I do believe that I am some what depressed, but wait...how did we get to talking about this whole thing? The other night, I mentioned to Edgar something about him being unresponsive to me in certain situation and then out of no where, he's all of a sudden telling me that I'm depressed. Okay, for one thing...he better than anyone should have always known that somewhere in the background that little demon is haning around, but hell...it's hanging around him too. It's something that most people live with everyday. I can't exactly say that it even really affects me every day...so I'm like...where the hell did this come from?!? Apparently earlier in the day when he called me around 1030, I was still in bed and at that point I had decided to not attend class that day, mostly because I was so tired from going out the night before and waking up early to take Edgar to work. I guess I told him that my plans for the day were to sleep, I wasn't exactly serious, I planned to do homework and cleaning. I didn't think a thing of it. So yes, back in the day there were days where I didn't want to get out of bed...there were days when I forced myself to even get up to go to the bathroom...but I've come a long way since those days and if I can help it I won't ever go back. So I guess he freaked out and texted Lizzy, telling her that he thought I was depressed and what not. So he's spouting off to me how she used to be severely depressed and she almost killed herself. He is lucky that I was shocked that he was even talking to me about this because then I would have told him what I thought about people who threatened to kill themselves and of course those that actually do. I suppose my extreme dislike of Lizzy has something to do with my reaction...but if I ever told him that I thought threats to kill yourself or actually killing yourself was the most selfish and cowardly thing you could do...I don't think he would have taken it lightly. So I'm not going to listen to anything Lizzy says and I'm pretty sure that I told him a long time ago the events surrounding my depression and I'm pretty sure that even now I don't need a lecture from someone who pulled something out of his ass from a harmless comment I made. So I guess the moral of this whole story, why the hell did he change the subject on me? I'm pretty sure we were talking about him! I'm not that worried about any sort of depression that I'm feeling right now, most of my friends are also experiencing it. For the most part it's just part of living...granted there are serious cases and I am absolutely and complete supportive of seeking help when it need be. Right...well I'm getting back to work. :)