Any comments?
Long time no see, huh? I had forgotten about the therapeutic effect of this blog. The last posts tried to be more or less well crafted, they took some time, and they were written not because of pure fun but thinking in the (possible) readers. If you have read this blog from the beginning you probably remember that I have a strong tendency to worry about what people think of me. Now I'm trying to recover some of the good feelings that I got after writing the firsts posts, fresher posts, without hitting the "delete" key as I said in very first, almost incoherent, post.
I've received some comments in previous writings. Although I'm a not so well socially adapted person, although I have fear of people and friendship and interpersonal relations, I must confess that I feel exhuberant when I find that someone made a comment. Wow, I think, someone read this babbling and felt it worth to make a comment! Well, half of the time they are just spammers who said "great blog, you surely get a bookmark", and I believe it (how pathetic, isn't it) until I click on the name of the commenter and I walk into some porn or so. Oh well...
But sometimes is real people. And (warning: more pathetic things coming) I feel really good, for a moment at least. I get back to read the post and the comments several times during the day, until gloomier feelings and the usual depression kicks in again. So, is it people and relations the cure for depression? Is it talking and sharing good remedies? Ah, who cares. Too much effort. I always liked some lyrics from Pink Floyd, The wall, that say: "I don't need no arms around me" (*).
The arms around me feel good and warm, though. Ok, too much contradictions for now. And since I'm exercising the "write it for fun" rule I think I'll stop here.
There was a short time when I was happy among people, with some little not so virtuous help. That's for next post, stay tuned.
(*) Update: Pink Floyd, The Wall, Another Brick in the Wall Part 3.
I've received some comments in previous writings. Although I'm a not so well socially adapted person, although I have fear of people and friendship and interpersonal relations, I must confess that I feel exhuberant when I find that someone made a comment. Wow, I think, someone read this babbling and felt it worth to make a comment! Well, half of the time they are just spammers who said "great blog, you surely get a bookmark", and I believe it (how pathetic, isn't it) until I click on the name of the commenter and I walk into some porn or so. Oh well...
But sometimes is real people. And (warning: more pathetic things coming) I feel really good, for a moment at least. I get back to read the post and the comments several times during the day, until gloomier feelings and the usual depression kicks in again. So, is it people and relations the cure for depression? Is it talking and sharing good remedies? Ah, who cares. Too much effort. I always liked some lyrics from Pink Floyd, The wall, that say: "I don't need no arms around me" (*).
The arms around me feel good and warm, though. Ok, too much contradictions for now. And since I'm exercising the "write it for fun" rule I think I'll stop here.
There was a short time when I was happy among people, with some little not so virtuous help. That's for next post, stay tuned.
(*) Update: Pink Floyd, The Wall, Another Brick in the Wall Part 3.
