According to misery experts ('And what do you want to be when you grow up, little boy?' 'I want to be a misery expert.') today, January 19th, is the most depressing day of the year (or according to the Daily Mail, the most depressing day in history).
Well, I'm fine - or at least I think I am. I'd better check out the reasons why I should be depressed. They are:
Lousy weather - it's fine here.
Post-Christmas debt - no more than last Christmas.
Failed New Year's resolutions - didn't make any.
Time elapsed since Christmas festivities - huh?
Motivation levels - I'm raring to go.
The need for something to look forward to - what's wrong with 2009?
And I'm still fine. But if you're in London and depressed you can go and see a free comedy show put on by the Optimists' Society.
Oh, whoops, sorry to depress you Londoners further, but you've missed it: the show was at 1 pm. (The number for the Samaritans is 08457 90 90 90.)
I can understand feeling particularly down in January - I've been there myself - but to pick on one poor little day and give it such a title; does this sound like a self-fulfilling prophecy to you? (Is that what I mean? Yes, it is.)
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Actually, this is about the day of the year when things start looking up. (And, no, I'm not thinking American politics...) When I was driving 45 miles each morning and evening to work, this would be about the day when suddenly I realized that all is not dark. The sun would actually rise before I got to school!!! For the first two weeks of January, I could be in the deepest funk. After the Christmas holidays when I did not have to get up at 0-dark:00, those first days back I drove dark in the morning and dark after school. Talk about depressing. About this time, that little peek of sunshine was just enough...
So, if I were working, I would answer I feel fine. Since I'm not, well, I got through a little wave of depression about missing the job and am back, I think. Funny how that little wave of depression coincided with the dark times of the former commute. I hadn't thought of that till now.
I am not depressed - well, I am fibbing. I woke up all fine and dandy and then read the newspapers online. Then I started to get depressed.
Then Harry decided to fly over onto the top of my head and decided to do a bit of trepanning on my skull as he obviously decided that I need brain surgery.he is not Woody Woodpecker (though he thinks he is) Then I was in a queue at the checkout of the local supermarket with a huge queue behind me and they opened another till, inviting everybody behind me to move over which left me still waiting to plonk my shopping on the conveyor belt. What else? oh I received a water rates bill for £98 (2 months rates) but am I getting depressed? Nah - I'm simply drowning my sorrows with a lot of coffee laced with liberal amounts of Brandy!
I am not depressed - the evenings are lighter now!
Hey Liz, I cried buckets today! (But then we did have a trip to Relate!) Feeling much better now!
Marvin's day :-(
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Glad you're feeling up again, katney.
Don't talk to me about queues, dd! I often feel I should carry a warning: Don't stand behind this woman in a queue as she will have picked the one with the customer who's lost her card, has an unpriced item, wants to pay in £326 of pennies etc.
Spring is coming, lindsay!
It's strange how crying often helps, suburbia. Hope you're much much better now.
Stu, brain the size of a planet and they ask me what day it is.
'I dunno .. brain the size of a planet ... ' ROFL! I loved Marvin.
It's February that does it for me. I loathe February. Hmm. Might have to do a blog about that.
Any day I read the Daily Mail is the most depressing day in history.
Blue Monday they call it dont they? Well I played my new blue guitar but didn't play the blues. :-)
I feel pretty good which considering it's been a crap start to the year in many ways, lots of close deaths and redundancy mania at work is a testament to my - stay positive modus operandi of the moment.
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