Thursday, January 31, 2008

I feel like crap today. Cranky, depressed, cranky, lousy & cranky. It freaks people out around here when I say that I'd like to go live by myself in a teensy-wee house like this.

They can come by, bring me freshly baked brownies and what not. I'm not an ogre or anything.

This depression isn't new, and apparently, not very rare. I've been alarmed at how many of my friends complain of the same things. Some of them formally diagnosed, treated and even hospitalized. I'm equally alarmed that %100 of these friends I met over the internet. I know them all in person now; been to their homes, cried into their coffee cups... they're real to me.

I am anticipating the study. The one that will show how the internet has brought out the inner-confessor in us, made us own our madness and and then toss it out into the universe, hoping for someone to latch on. And not in a 'misery loves company' kind of way. In a 'hey! I don't care what my old friends say! I am NOT a freak' kind of way

Sunday, January 27, 2008

You keep on knockin'...

Jehovah's Witnesses were over yesterday. Again. And I'm pretty sure they'll be back; after all, this time, they got my husband to read SCRIPTURE.

We're Anti Theists (used to be Atheists, but thank you, Christopher Hitchens, we've seen the light. So to speak) and having The Witnesses over is a crackin' good time, I'll have you know.

How often in life do you get to debate from truly opposite sides? And besides, they intrigue me. What with all their "child training" and "help-meeting" and "slappings" and "God fearing-s" not to mention their faith in something that can neither be explained nor depicted; and to my amazement, they don't even care to try to do those things. You see: That's what faith is, silly woman.

They seem like good people, though. They love their kids. They care about their community and they've apparently deemed me and mine worthy of saving in these last days. How can I bitch about that?