The Inmates Run the Asylum

I'm depressed. I admit it. It's not an earth-shattering depression. It's nothing like when I went crazy...what?...10 years ago now? Yeah, that's about right.

The thing about me being depressed is that I get vicious. Does that happen to anyone else? I know other people on my flist have dealt with depression. Is this a common thing or am I suffering from a unique snowflake complication?

I have enough trouble being nice as it is because I have no tact gene and I've got a spiteful streak like you wouldn't believe. But, when I'm depressed, I have absolutely no patience for anyone. I have no tolerance for anyone. And I find myself biting my tongue and using my backspace a lot more often because the urge to verbally eviscerate someone is overwhelmingly strong. I'm angry, I'm frustrated, I'm unhappy, and now you're running your mouth. I'm going to make you bleed.

The longer I go on like this, the worse I get. I know all of the logistics of it, but there's something evil inside of me that just wants to open my mouth and let it fly, consequences be damned. I feel a deliciously wicked cackle bubbling in my throat, itching to come out.

Freud said that depression is anger turned inward. Well, I had it drilled into my head not to be selfish, so rather than keep that anger all to myself, I want to share it.

Basically, I want to cut a bitch.

Knowing me as well as I do, I probably will before all is said and done and I get back on the healthy mental path.

And as someone who stopped hiding their bad qualities and who has been told that my redeeming qualities are few and far between, I probably won't feel one bit bad about it either.

I'm not bragging. Just telling the truth.

Carrie's mom signed her up for Facebook so she could better keep in touch with some of her relatives. A nice gesture.

Carrie was playing around on the site and I was looking over her shoulder while she looked up a bunch of people from her high school. We did a fun little search and found a bunch of people from my high school, too.

Now, we all know that though I am relatively young, I am not hip and never have been. So, someone tell me...what's the purpose of Facebook? What does it do, besides make Carrie groan about how all of her ex-boyfriends got hot (hey, two of my exes are doing time...I fail to see the big deal here)? Is it just a way to find out people are still alive and on the interwebs or is there some higher purpose?

Yes, I could probably look all this up on my own, but that's why I have you, flist. That's why I have you.