Troy said something within the first 5 minutes that made me laugh hysterically, and now I can’t remember what he said. Damn my leg short-term memory problems! It’s not anything that’s showing up on the Community or Troy Barnes tags.
How often do you do your nails?! I can’t be bothered to do them more than once a week so if I’m gone I’ll only pack 2 bottles per week I’m away (options are important). Are you crazier than me?! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?
I do my nails every 2 or 3 days or so. I get crazy nail ADD (well, I’ve got crazy ADD in general, so that might be a factor) and get bored with colors. Also, I’m kind of like I am with clothes, I can’t wear the same polish for too long if I’m seeing the same people.
Am I crazier than you? Yes. How is that possible? I AM CRAZIER THAN EVERYONE.
“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”—Pearl (via thesunshinewaitingtobefound)
“Hey Stacey, have you seen the thing on the computer, it’s like a poptart with a cat head on it and there’s a rainbow? And it’s in space? I saw this one where it was like that but instead of the cat head it had a Thundercat head, I don’t know what that is, but it was holding a sword! It was really funny.”—Levi, age 10