and agony on me. Deep dark depression, excessive misery. If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. Gloom despair and agony on me.
I have to stop reading gloomy books and watching gloomy TV specials about the decline of America. It’s happening and will continue to happen and there is not one thing I can do about it, so why expose myself to so much GLOOM? Meh.
I’m a realist. I prefer to see things how they are rather than pretend that it’s different. That said, I also have to be wary of my Scorpio nature and avoid wallowing. I’ve been wallowing in the bad news lately. It’s true that American is in decline as is the rest of Western civilisation. Reading books and watching shows won’t change that. Neither will camping out in a park, for that matter. It’s WAY WAY beyond that happy crappy.
But why not just step back and try to find a reason to be happy? I’m trying, I swear, but I’m not getting anywhere. I’ve had a string of failures the last few years that have been demoralising and, well, a DRAG, MAN. Weight loss: FAIL. Breaking Think Weasel! out into something profitable: FAIL. Selling jewelry: FAIL. Trying to sell extra crap and clothes for some cash: FAIL. Attitude adjustment: FAIL. Staying young: FAIL. Doing volunteer work: FAIL. Conquering the Vile Organ: FAIL. Making enough extra money to bail us out: FAIL. Trying to stop drinking/smoking: FAIL. Hell, even the antidepressants failed! THAT is a serious FAIL.
I mean, really? REALLY? There is precious little I’ve done in the past few years that is NOT a failure. Then I look around and the whole goddam world is failing. Everything.
Well, when I put it like that, I guess there’s a reason I’m off my game lately, eh? Let the WHINING BEGIN. Continue reading “Gloom, despair…”

