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I think the most depressing, real thing I've heard in a while is this:
I should be happier.
What do you say to that? Considering the circumstances, you're doing all right? You're just as depressed as you should be?
Maybe there's something better coming, you're a good person. Hell, you're a great person.
Seems like every once in a while, there's a falling out. Between everyone, and it's hard to pick yourself up from that. I can tell you until my throat is dry that things will get better. That's not what you want to hear.
Truth is, you know things should get better. You've been waiting for that to happen for a while now. You've overextended yourself, you're trying to please too many people. But there it is, that creeping thought-have I? Have I really been the best person I can?
And that's when it hits you. No, you haven't. You've let people down, and not out of exhaustion.
He sits back in agony, these days. This depression, it's not something he can handle.
It starts when he's driving, catches up to him no matter how fast he's going. He looks around, hoping to get some sort of inspiration out of the commute. Gridlock, he would've done better leaving an hour later. He's tired, but no amount of sleep can help that. He can't bring himself to care much these days, but when he does-the world shatters.
Peter's heard a few of his buddies talk about their lapses.
As I type this, I'm sitting in the Sodexo offices (without lights, unfortunately, making the computer screen a bit tedious to look at) waiting on the clock. There was a very simple setup that needed to be done today (in fact, it became simpler due to the bad weather...the group cancelled their breakfast).
I was responsible for putting together a small lunch outside of a technology-filled room in Smith Academic Center for a group of about 20. The lunch was prepped by our Greek goddess of a caterer Voula yesterday, meaning my job is today is a glorified delivery. Naturally, instead of scheduling me to work only for an hour or two to accomplish the drop-off, I'm scheduled until 3:30 (the lunch ends at 3). I've got literally nothing to do in the time between, so I'm accomplishing nothing courtesy of the internet.
Biggest moon of the year happened last night. All right, the moon itself isn't any larger but the visible surface area from earth is at its peak.
I've got a strange feeling, being in this darkened office. Whenever I put on this absurd catering outfit I feel a bit like a thief. Honestly, if there's one outfit that can get you into any building, it's the catering outfit. People always assume there's a need to have a caterer in a building, and I've never once been questioned about my presence.
I should be happier.
What do you say to that? Considering the circumstances, you're doing all right? You're just as depressed as you should be?
Maybe there's something better coming, you're a good person. Hell, you're a great person.
Seems like every once in a while, there's a falling out. Between everyone, and it's hard to pick yourself up from that. I can tell you until my throat is dry that things will get better. That's not what you want to hear.
Truth is, you know things should get better. You've been waiting for that to happen for a while now. You've overextended yourself, you're trying to please too many people. But there it is, that creeping thought-have I? Have I really been the best person I can?
And that's when it hits you. No, you haven't. You've let people down, and not out of exhaustion.
He sits back in agony, these days. This depression, it's not something he can handle.
It starts when he's driving, catches up to him no matter how fast he's going. He looks around, hoping to get some sort of inspiration out of the commute. Gridlock, he would've done better leaving an hour later. He's tired, but no amount of sleep can help that. He can't bring himself to care much these days, but when he does-the world shatters.
Peter's heard a few of his buddies talk about their lapses.
As I type this, I'm sitting in the Sodexo offices (without lights, unfortunately, making the computer screen a bit tedious to look at) waiting on the clock. There was a very simple setup that needed to be done today (in fact, it became simpler due to the bad weather...the group cancelled their breakfast).
I was responsible for putting together a small lunch outside of a technology-filled room in Smith Academic Center for a group of about 20. The lunch was prepped by our Greek goddess of a caterer Voula yesterday, meaning my job is today is a glorified delivery. Naturally, instead of scheduling me to work only for an hour or two to accomplish the drop-off, I'm scheduled until 3:30 (the lunch ends at 3). I've got literally nothing to do in the time between, so I'm accomplishing nothing courtesy of the internet.
Biggest moon of the year happened last night. All right, the moon itself isn't any larger but the visible surface area from earth is at its peak.
I've got a strange feeling, being in this darkened office. Whenever I put on this absurd catering outfit I feel a bit like a thief. Honestly, if there's one outfit that can get you into any building, it's the catering outfit. People always assume there's a need to have a caterer in a building, and I've never once been questioned about my presence.