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So, I've been kinda depressed for the past week or two. You know the story - non-existent love life, feeling sorry for myself, yadda yadda. Because I've been feeling down, I've also been feeling antisocial and have spent most of the past couple of weeks home alone.
But I have been quite busy spending a bit of time with good friends these past few days. Wednesday night Charlotte and I spent hours hanging out and talking. Thursday I had Winnie, Melissa, Jenny and Kristen over for "girl's night" and I made them a big Asian dinner - chicken-stuffed sticky rice balls, black bean & corn potstickers, pineapple rice, and chicken and veggie Panang curry. I like to cook but rarely get the chance to cook for others, so it was great to have a houseful of wonderful (and hungry!) people over. Afterwards I ended up at the DNA Lounge where I ran into many people I knew, and had a chance to meet Punk Rock Dave in person. Friday afternoon was also really nice. Simon, a couple of his friends and I went to the Skulls exhibit at the Academy of Sciences. It was amazing! Hundreds upon hundreds of skulls from tiny rodents to adult elephants on display; a number of skulls showed evidence of illness or injury, and it was incredible to see abnormalities like that. Two hours later and I still hadn't quite seen everything! I will be going back soon to see more, as well as to see the rest of the museum and the Steinhart Aquarium. Afterwards, I met up with Winnie, Will and Ross at Zeitgeist for a beer, and then finished off with a quiet night at home.
Considering how social I'd been the previous few days, I was really surprised to get home last night and start feeling all depressed again. Maybe it has something to do with spending too many Friday and Saturday nights alone at home, while I percieve the rest of the world is out together having a great time, and leaving me all by myself. I'm starting to think this has something to do with me being out of work. I spend almost every day and every night alone at home, not going out, and I think it may be getting to me. The normal socialization you get by leaving the house everyday and going to work for eight hours is a good thing. If I were to start working there would be some definition to my days, and weekends would be more meaningful. And if weekends actually meant something to me, I'd probably be more motivated to go out on Fridays and Saturdays, thus allieviating some of my depression. Hrmpf.
But I have been quite busy spending a bit of time with good friends these past few days. Wednesday night Charlotte and I spent hours hanging out and talking. Thursday I had Winnie, Melissa, Jenny and Kristen over for "girl's night" and I made them a big Asian dinner - chicken-stuffed sticky rice balls, black bean & corn potstickers, pineapple rice, and chicken and veggie Panang curry. I like to cook but rarely get the chance to cook for others, so it was great to have a houseful of wonderful (and hungry!) people over. Afterwards I ended up at the DNA Lounge where I ran into many people I knew, and had a chance to meet Punk Rock Dave in person. Friday afternoon was also really nice. Simon, a couple of his friends and I went to the Skulls exhibit at the Academy of Sciences. It was amazing! Hundreds upon hundreds of skulls from tiny rodents to adult elephants on display; a number of skulls showed evidence of illness or injury, and it was incredible to see abnormalities like that. Two hours later and I still hadn't quite seen everything! I will be going back soon to see more, as well as to see the rest of the museum and the Steinhart Aquarium. Afterwards, I met up with Winnie, Will and Ross at Zeitgeist for a beer, and then finished off with a quiet night at home.
Considering how social I'd been the previous few days, I was really surprised to get home last night and start feeling all depressed again. Maybe it has something to do with spending too many Friday and Saturday nights alone at home, while I percieve the rest of the world is out together having a great time, and leaving me all by myself. I'm starting to think this has something to do with me being out of work. I spend almost every day and every night alone at home, not going out, and I think it may be getting to me. The normal socialization you get by leaving the house everyday and going to work for eight hours is a good thing. If I were to start working there would be some definition to my days, and weekends would be more meaningful. And if weekends actually meant something to me, I'd probably be more motivated to go out on Fridays and Saturdays, thus allieviating some of my depression. Hrmpf.