Tuesday, May 10, 2011


I think I may have uncovered the problem. I'm just sad. It's me. It's not the environment, it's not other people, it's not chemicals. I'm just fucking sad. That's life. I'll get over it. If not, that, too, is just fucking life.


YourFireAnt said...



bev said...

I read this post shortly after you put it up. At the time, I thought of leaving a comment, but the decided that it might seem too negative, but peraps I'll give it a try, not that all posts require a comment.
Much about my lidpfe and state of mind has to do with living with relentless sadness. However, If there is one thing to have come out of all I've been through, it is that it's possible to be sad inside, and yet still find things about life to enjoy and to keep me interested in carrying on, at least for awhile. I have come to believe that being sad inside doesn't really matter all that much. It's more what you do with it. Do you let it paralyze you and keep you down, or do you just learn to ignore it and forge onwards.

YourFireAnt said...

Very wise, Bev. Thanks for putting this up today.


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Springer Kneeblood said...

Thank you, Bev. You're right, of course. I think that's what I was trying to say, in my less-than-eloquent way. We have to forge forward. The alternative is ridiculous.