Identifying with depression

dzaster questions a few posts down why my posts about depression evoke more responses than my posts about other subjects.

I'm going to assay an answer to that, which may or may not be correct.

First of all, I seem to have a lot of people in my life these days who truly care about my well-being, both within the Neurosis Triangle (the geographic area whose three legs are terminated at the north and south ends of the Paseo, and the Red Cup) and within my online community headquartered out west. And that is something for which I am truly grateful.

Secondly... good god, aren't we all depressed? How could you not be depressed?

Our country's day-to-day affairs are being managed by someone who, when he is enrolled in the Ranks of the Great Statesmen, will fall somewhere between seventies-era county commissioners and those sheriff's deputies who are always being quoted about cattle mutilations.

("Wudn't no animal done that. That wuz done with surgical precision.")

In addition to that, it's hotter than hell out, at least here in the midwest.

Television sucks. When they promised us 500 channels, we figured they'd be able to jam pack pure shit onto only about 495 of them, so there might be five channels worth watching. Well, tastes vary, but I think we underestimated them.

We have more fighting in the mideast, and thousands if not millions of Americans who want to fan the flames of violence so it will more closely resemble the 'Left Behind' books.

Relationships are now controlled mostly by Madison Avenue, and are intended to be consumer exercises only. Abs! Abs! Abs! You'll die old and alone without them!

Cars suck. Fox News sucks. Windows XP sucks. Johnny Cash is dead. Some of us have leg cramps. Some of us have menstrual cramps.

Hell, yes we're depressed! Damn straight!

If I were enlightened, I suppose this stuff wouldn't get to me.

The Buddha is not in Nepal.