My Life; on Anti-Depressants

Day 2.

Check me out, with my consistency.  I’m well aware two in a row is literally the least amount of consistency anything can have but if you knew how badly I fail at life when it comes to commitment then you’d realize how much of an achievement this is.

Although keeping this up today has been made easier (I guess…) by the fact that I’m the most ill I’ve ever been in my life.  I didn’t know my body could ache this much and therefore I was in no shape to go back to work today after the aforementioned (in Day 1) break from employment due to emotional breakdowns combined with prolonged and suppressed depression.  Seriously, I think I may have the plague, It’s come back just to get me.  Typical, I start to try out a new, optimistic look on life enhanced by the power of modern medicine and then boom, struck down in my prime like a lion at the hand of a dentist’s trigger finger (topical… ish).  I’m thinking my likelihood of surviving this flu is about 50% so if I don’t make this then my dying wish is that Donald Trump is force fed blueberries until he turns blue and explodes like an obese, combustible smurf.

Anyway, I digress, this blog, and my ability or future lack of ability to keep it up and therefore maintain my stroll along this pill pathway to euphoria is basically littered with countless hurdles in the form of past experience.  In my lifetime, the only thing I’ve ever stuck to is stand-up comedy.  And I’ve tried a lot of different things, here’s a compact list of just a few things I’ve attempted to learn in the hopes of finding some strange hidden talent:

  • Judo
  • Guitar
  • German
  • Keyboard
  • Harmonica
  • Beatboxing
  • Rapping
  • Ventriloquism
  • Magic
  • Ping Pong
  • Watercolors
  • Italian
  • Rollerblading
  • Skateboarding
  • BMX

And that’s just a few of the random things I’ve spent money pursuing in the hopes of basically becoming very good very quickly, and although I didn’t become the Mozart of Beatboxing I can make a very convincing didgeridoo sound with my mouth now.  The thing is, I’ve gone into all these tasks listed above with the same budding optimism that I go with into this blog writing shenanigans.  But I think the reason I’ve failed at so many and succeeded at only stand up (I say succeeded in the sense that I haven’t quit and really that’s the same thing – that’s the drugs talking) is because of the instant feedback.  I crave, as most of us deep down do, the approval of others.  To know I’m contributing in someone else experiencing happiness is the greatest feeling in the world for me.  The laughter of a room of strangers after I’ve just told one of my jokes is like a million times more rewarding than any kickflip or spinny board thingy (I didn’t get far with skateboarding).

So basically what I’m saying is feed my craving for love from strangers by liking and commenting.  On my last post, RoughLife4Sure did and it honestly made my day.  So shout out to you and thanks.  You’re awesome and so is your blog – check it out people.  And thanks to the others that liked and even the ones who just read.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading.  This has been day two of my life on anti-depressants and although I haven’t really felt any changes from the drugs yet, I am finding writing these very therapeutic.

Auf Wiedersehen.


2 Replies to “My Life; on Anti-Depressants”

  1. I really fucking hate the comment option on blogs when it takes you out of the page you’d loaded and onto a completely separate page, why can’t everything be easy like facebook? Why can’t life just be facebook?

    Great blog man, I’m really enjoying it so far. Also HAHA SUCKED IN YOU’RE DEPRESSED. ❤

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