Today’s post will seem all rambling and random and such. First, when the hell did I become addicted to twitter? It used to be I could walk by my computer and be all, eh I don’t care about my timeline. Who needs all the tweetdecks and seesmics and whatnot?
Now I walk by(if I even leave my computer) and have to see what I’m missing. Honestly you people with a kajillion followers (shut up kajillion is so a number) I call bullshit. There’s no way you can interact in any meaningful way with that many people, or even keep up with a majority of them. I follow roughly 600 and hyave about the same # following me. Of those I keep up with 10% on any normal type of basis. Sure, the others go scrolling by in tweetdeck when twitter is not being a whore difficult. I may or may not jump into a conversation for a few tweets and then drift back out again. So most of these I must follow eleventy billion(Ok that may be a made up number) people are pushing content and not really listening now, are they? I didn’t think so.
Moving on, depression sucks. I am by no means ready for the paxil/xanax or whatever drug tv is pushing today. Nor am I mocking in any way people that have a legitimate need for such drugs. Over the years I have battled with what I’d called very mild depression. On occasion it has been to the point that I didn’t want to sleep and when I finally did go to bed, I wanted to stay there all day. I have these random occurring bouts of this shit. Sometimes chocolate helps. I cannot speak to any medicinal qualities but it works for me. I can be sitting watching tv or surfing the net and this kind of miasma just settles over me. I don’t feel any joy in anything. Luckily this passes relatively quickly, never lasting for more than a few hours at a time. Maybe it’s a chemical imbalance or something deeper. Why don’t I get it diagnosed? Because I abhor drugs. Any kind of drug from aspirin to pain killers to antibiotics. I hate seeing , smelling, taking them. Of course if it’s between dying a horrible death or taking something, I’ll opt for the not dying thing. Otherwise, I want no part. I’ve heard too many stories of what being on drugs is like., and I want no part of it. I don’t need the fuzzy brain or feeling dead inside. I have enough shit on my plate. One of my very close friends was on something, I forget the name now, but he was telling me what it was like for him. He said that, he didn’t have suicidal thoughts, but the thought of dying no longer bothered him. UMMM hell no, no thanks I’ll pass on that. So I deal the best I can.
I hate ending this on a negative note, so I will include a clip of something that never fails to make me laugh. Or go to youtube and find any Eddie Izzard clip. I dare you to not laugh.
Warning: To know about the giggle loop,is to become a part of the giggle loop.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iKjkPgVQcE (sorry the embed feature was disabled)