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When I Get Sad, I Stop Being Sad and Start Being Awesome

October31

It’s been no secret that I’ve been depressed.

I’ve stared at the blinking curser on a blank blog page, all Imma talk about it I don’t know how many times (at least twice), but realize that whatever I say will be all wah, wah, wah, bleeeerrrggg, because I’m not depressed about things that are entirely fixable with anything but time. I’ve done my best to keep my head up through the storms and keep one foot in front of the other – that is, when I’m not too busy falling over kitchen appliances and giving myself minor concussions – and keep on truckin’.

It’s the only thing I can do.

So instead of telling you my laundry list of things that have been depressing and/or heartbreaking, it’s time to take a gander at depression through the ages. That way, when I’m sad, I can stop being sad and start being awesome again.

Depression, Age 10: “Wahhhhhhh, I broke a lace on my new skates and now I have to wear these rental skates and NO ONE will want to slow-skate with me because I’m going to be all stinky-foot on their asses. These skates smell like at least three people vomited inside of them. How does that even happen? I need my mom to buy me a new pair of these kicky shoes – Chuck Taylor’s. That’ll help with this OMFG humiliation of skating in barf skates.”

Depression, Age 15: “Wah-Wah-Wah, I’ve just dumped this guy that I OMG loved so much with all my heart and I just knew we’d be together forever even though we only were “together” for a night or whatever, but he’s SUCH a good kisser and I’m SURE he’s my soulmate. I know we’ll work out*. In the meantime, I need some kicky motherfucking shoes. AND, I need my friend to pee in his mailbox. Clearly. Oh, if only I had a social network thing to quote very, VERY meaningful song lyrics and/or quotes that remind me of my lost looooovvvveee.”

Depression, Age 20: “Holy fuckstick, I got a baby in my belly and he’s all dancing on my bladder and shit and I have to pee two ounces every three seconds, and if he’d just lay off my liver, things would be okay again. Well, that and a simple, “Congrats!” from anyone – kinda sick of these angry looks. I’m twenty years old, not thirteen. I bet a new purse would do wonders to cover up my gigantic ass. Who the shit gets pregnant IN THEIR ASS?”

Depression, Age 25: “Ha! TAKE THAT! I proved those motherfuckers wrong – I raised that baby up, I got married and I graduated at the top of my nursing class. With the whirlwind I’ve been living in, I don’t see AT ALL how I didn’t notice that working as a floor nurse might just make me homicidal. Oh, and autism kinda sucks ass – I thought it would be better once I had real time to devote to the kid. Oh! I know what’ll help – ANOTHER BABY. So why can’t I get fucking pregnant?”

Depression, Age 30: “I got this. I may be miserable, but who the fuck wants to think about that shit? I can totally just push it on back there and be all, “MY LIFE RULEZ. It’s important that it has the “Z” in RULEZ, because obviously. No one needs to know how shitty things are, even IF I do have a social media network to whine on – who wants to read that? I bet a joke about squirrels in diapers would TOTALLY cheer me up. I should tweet that shit.”

Depression, Age 32: “Starting over again, huh? Not the way I thought it would be. I could put up some inspirational shit on my social media networks, but that might make me stab myself in the toe with a blunt fork. Who cares if “tomorrow is a new day” if today, like all the days before it, has sucked ballz. YES, ballz needs a “Z.” Why? Obviously. Being this whiny means I should probably shut my whore mouth until I’m able to say something awesome again. So that’s that – when I get sad now, I’m going to stop being sad and start being awesome.”

*he had a tiny wang – think pretzel rod, Pranksters – and we never did get back together. Thank the Good Lord of Butter. Bullet motherfucking DODGED.

(when you can’t find me here, you can find me here, which has some rad guest posts on it. Why? Because when I get sad, I stop being sad and start being awesome. Duh.)

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25 Comments to

“When I Get Sad, I Stop Being Sad and Start Being Awesome”

On October 31st, 2012 at 9:19 am @addyeB Says:
RT @mommywantsvodka: When I Get Sad, I Stop Being Sad and Start Being Awesome – depression through the ages: http://t.co/boqjbyge
On October 31st, 2012 at 9:37 am Jen Says:
Holy sh*tfire this made me laugh (’cause once in a while I take a break from crying too). I loved this post. It is awesome. And you’re totally right, so are you 😉
On October 31st, 2012 at 9:42 am Beth Says:
Sometimes whining helps – and whiny, funny, bitchy, whatever… we’ll be here to listen. So hit, biatch.
On October 31st, 2012 at 9:43 am Beth Says:
*Hit it. Jesus. Apparently I need more caffeine.
On October 31st, 2012 at 9:56 am @pink_mike Says:
RT @mommywantsvodka: When I Get Sad, I Stop Being Sad and Start Being Awesome – depression through the ages: http://t.co/boqjbyge
On October 31st, 2012 at 10:35 am @enderFP Says:
RT @mommywantsvodka: When I Get Sad, I Stop Being Sad and Start Being Awesome – depression through the ages: http://t.co/boqjbyge
On October 31st, 2012 at 10:53 am Grace Says:
You’ll get there babe. AT LEAST, there’s always Diet Coke, right? 😉
On October 31st, 2012 at 11:33 am Holly Says:
Do you watch How I Met Your Mother? The “stop being sad and be awesome instead” is a classic Barney quote: http://goforbarneystinson.blogspot.com/2011/07/whenever-im-sad-i-stop-being-sad-and-be.html

Love it!
On October 31st, 2012 at 1:55 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
OMFG – now I need to watch that show! Is it any good? Beyond the rad quote, I mean. I usually watch dramatic shows about serial killers.
On October 31st, 2012 at 1:20 pm Roxie Says:
When I get sad, I eat a ham sandwich with artichoke hearts and lots of mayo, and it cheers me right up! 🙂
On October 31st, 2012 at 1:59 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Bwahahahahaha. If only you hadn’t mentioned mayo… *shudders*
On November 1st, 2012 at 7:19 pm random cow bell guy Says:
Imma sure she meant butter. Oh hai!
On October 31st, 2012 at 1:34 pm Kelly Says:
Fuck Depression..Fuck it twice sideways! It sucks old hairy asses. What? Too Graphic? Well it does!! I’m sick of it. Some day I will have the balls to share my story with you. Untill then I will entertain you with my tourettes style comments!! As always, I hope you are ok!
On October 31st, 2012 at 1:58 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Depression and anxiety are bullshit.
On October 31st, 2012 at 3:19 pm Jennifer Harlow Says:
Whenever life really smacks me in the face (getting fired, break-up, having to move back in with the parents) I drink an entire bottle of wine, lay on the couch for a day watching crap TV, then wake the next day, throw my fist up into the sky like Scarlett O’Hara and literally say “FUCK YOU! Fuck you right up the ass! I’ll show you ya bastards!” (For whatever reason that last bit must be said in a pirate voice. Must.) Then I pick myself up and get to work mostly to spite “them.” Rage gets shit done.
On November 1st, 2012 at 8:51 am Roxie Says:
I’m going to have to try that! 🙂
On October 31st, 2012 at 4:33 pm KaraB Says:
You’re always awesome, it’s just a shitty time, it won’t last forever, I promise!
On October 31st, 2012 at 8:04 pm Theresa Says:
I think I need to try that. I have been fighting it for the last 4 years and 7 months now, courtesy of a major back injury. Need to find the secret to just being funny anyways. New to your blog and believe I will be a regular reader. 🙂
On October 31st, 2012 at 8:33 pm Cindy Says:
Blunt fork? I die. #thisiswhyiloveyou
On November 1st, 2012 at 7:32 am Amanda@LadyScientist Says:
You are always awesome, dude. 🙂 Thanks for this, I needed the laugh.
On November 1st, 2012 at 1:01 pm Marta Says:
I love this. Clearly I should have read it before writing my whiny oh i’m so depressed woe is me post. But you know what sometimes one needs to throw themselves a big fucking pity party. Sparkling pink party hats included.
On November 1st, 2012 at 1:05 pm abandoning eden Says:
I’ve been depressed lately as well and not blogging either, but starting to slowly slog my way out of it hopefully a bit I think maybe. Sigh.
On November 1st, 2012 at 7:44 pm Cristine Says:
Whatever you do in response to your depression DO NOT lie down in the middle of the freezer aisle in the grocery store. It does not help! I speak from experience.
On November 2nd, 2012 at 1:18 am alexis (You can call me Al) Says:
I don’t always know when I’m feeling depressed or anxious of it’s typical teen angst stuff or if it’s from being trapped in a smoky house or sat on by one person while two other people assaulted me in a school bathroom. I’ve had therapy but i still don’t really know what’s “normal” and what i should not be feeling. When does a person really know these things?
On May 7th, 2013 at 7:57 pm omgiforgotmyname Says:
OMG….I totallly needed this. Thanks soooo much, you don’t know how much I’ve been through e.e