We will live to laugh of this
I suffer from chronic nostalgia. It's part of who I am, and something that people love me for (I have a knack for remembering important dates in the past, but only in my life, and not birthdays) but it makes dealing with depression more difficult.
For example, sitting in my room at home. It's slowly becoming a storage room. I miss my "Chat Noir" poster, and my purple walls, and my sunflower on the wall, and my antique desk that isn't good for computers. I even miss the stupid little CRT monitor in here, with the Clif bar sticker on it, that I used when part of Pete's monitor component died. It feels so strange to not have a bed in here, to not be able to feel the draft of my Arlington cold as I shift my blankets in this Autumn weather.
I sleep only one room away now on the weekends, and we have an inflatable full-size mattress I could set up in here, but there's no longer room for it. There's an exercise machine, boxes that need to be taken out for recycling, and items that need to be stored elsewhere, but have nowhere else to go at the moment.
But, the best way to deal with this kind of thing is to enjoy the nostalgia up until it makes me sad, and then watch Project Runway and go to bed.
Junkyard in the morning! Hopefully getting seats for Franz for cheap....
Me v. Angry Mob has somehow become an empowering song for me. I just love it, and it has nothing to do with my life, unless I tried to make everything a metaphor. And it's totally just about a guy getting chased down the street by an angry person.
For example, sitting in my room at home. It's slowly becoming a storage room. I miss my "Chat Noir" poster, and my purple walls, and my sunflower on the wall, and my antique desk that isn't good for computers. I even miss the stupid little CRT monitor in here, with the Clif bar sticker on it, that I used when part of Pete's monitor component died. It feels so strange to not have a bed in here, to not be able to feel the draft of my Arlington cold as I shift my blankets in this Autumn weather.
I sleep only one room away now on the weekends, and we have an inflatable full-size mattress I could set up in here, but there's no longer room for it. There's an exercise machine, boxes that need to be taken out for recycling, and items that need to be stored elsewhere, but have nowhere else to go at the moment.
But, the best way to deal with this kind of thing is to enjoy the nostalgia up until it makes me sad, and then watch Project Runway and go to bed.
Junkyard in the morning! Hopefully getting seats for Franz for cheap....
Me v. Angry Mob has somehow become an empowering song for me. I just love it, and it has nothing to do with my life, unless I tried to make everything a metaphor. And it's totally just about a guy getting chased down the street by an angry person.