I remember reading an intreview with someone once where they said they knew they were depressed when they were doing something that was technically quite dangerous and they were bored. I wonder, then, what it means when I say that I find this funny. Hysterically funny. As in, I was laughing so hard tears were involved funny.
What is wrong with me?
Okay now, don't everyone jump up at once. Please raise your hands and I'll call on you in due course. I was thinking about this last night and it may be that I am finally being saturated by the Darkness. There are just so many bad things happening all over, the whole Virginia Tech thing, David Halberstam dying (which just messed me up in ways I can't even communicate) , the abortion debacle...it's too much. Maybe it's because I'm alone now and don't have anyone to bounce things off of, but my attention span has all but vanished and I am even more introverted. I could bounce back against the Darkness before, but it just seems to be getting darker now. And it's harder to see the good stuff.
So maybe that's why this bizarre structural disaster, which will inconvenience travellers for months (but not me, let that be noted) but also had no loss of life struck me as amusing. It could have been a so much worse, but really it's just annoying. There's also the whole, "I'm melting" factor, which brings to mind the Wizard of Oz. And, of course, my favorite doorstop.