The Git has been a very preoccupied Git for the last year or so — occasionally unwell and feeling very uncommunicative. It’s called depression, or colloquially: The Black Dog. The most difficult aspect of this malady for me is the loss of ability to concentrate. A few months ago the Git decided to add to his travails by putting off his next cigarette for as long as possible. Today is the 98th day since he made that decision. On three occasions during those 98 days, the Git has taken a puff from someone’s cigarette. The result, thanks to Allen Carr’s The Easy Way to Quit Smoking was profound disgust.
One way out of depression is to do a little of something that you usually find pleasurable, but find extremely difficult due to depression. For the Git, that’s usually gardening, but the heavens have been pouring. Perhaps if he can get back into the swing of blogging again, that might help lift the fog further. The Git was going to write a piece on speciation and intelligent design, but found that his earlier piece written in late August 2005 said all of what he was about to write and it will be posted shortly.
Thought for the Day
“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”
― Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story