On kittens, and laser pointers

I went out onto the stoop. It was still dark and the air was cold and full of autumn.
I wondered where summer had gone so suddenly.
Depression flooded me like I was a Coke bottle on the conveyor belt in a bottling plant, and it was Coke.
Classic Coke.
Squirt!
Like that.
It took me by surprise, because it had been so long.

Ehn and depressed are closer in my universe than I had realized.
Thin membrane yadda yadda.
Anyway, darkness, suddenly.

    Darkness: Yo, dude. Despair, despair, despair. Suicide, suicide, suicide.
    Me: Hello darkness, my old friend.
    Darkness: [sputtering] Gah! I… Gah, that song! I… I…
    Me: Heh.

Alpha and Gamma and I went for a walk along the creek last night. That always helps.
My dad used to take off for long walks at night when he was in, what, his forties.
I used to wonder what the hell he was doing. In bed, staring at the darkness, I distracted myself with other thoughts to avoid wondering if he were up to No Good.
Thoughts of, I dunno, the Playmate of the Month or something.

    Name: Mig
    Age: 49
    Measurements: 100-100-100 or something.
    Likes: Long walks in the dark, kittens and laser pointers.

I had planned another walk along the creek this morning, but it was too dark and I couldn’t be arsed.
Watching the sun come up, though, is a good thing, and that neighbor lady who gets dressed with the light on*; and listening to the traffic grow in volume.


*Just kidding about the neighbor lady.

One response to “On kittens, and laser pointers

  1. That used to happen to me too- the Classic Coke thing. It took the better part of my first 40 years to figure out what was happening, but when I got some counseling about it I felt better. My doc recommended Effexor (one of the many so-called new age anti-depressants) and that changed my life.