It has been quite a while since I last wrote anything that did not have to do with school. A couple of months now. And I don't know that I really have the stamina or the will to write anything too long. I have very long papers due in a couple of weeks, and I have yet to get started on either of them. The thing is, I don't really care too much. I like the professors I have, and I like a few of the books I have "read" for the classes, but I can't bring myself to like either America During the World Wars or Eighteenth Century Europe. I mean, if it were studies of the Great Depression, the social histories during the world wars, or anything about Europe other than the Enlightenment and its effect, I would probably be fine. But I just don't care! I love Twentieth Century Europe and everything from the Middle Ages to the end of the Reformation, but anything in between or detailed issues of America, I just want to sleep.
However, that's not really my problem. A question, dear reader(s)...what do you do with a melancholy mood, when you know why you feel that way, but don't know what to do about it because there is nothing you can do? What do you do when you feel bad because of someone else, but you know better because that someone else doesn't even know that you feel bad or what he/she did to make you feel that way, nor do you quite know. What do you do when you feel a little depressed for no apparant reason, and can't really explain it, because the person that you would speak to about it is the reason you are feeling that way, and it would be weird to say anything for all the reasons stated above?
Just something to think about. Sorry for the strange topic, it's just been kind of odd today.
On a lighter note, I should be updating my blog soon with exhortations for writing papers, hysterical ranting for when the writing of papers begins to get to me (especially if I lose 6 hours of work like I did last semester because the computer eats it), and with support for my fellow students who do not work as quickly as I do (you know who you are).
Hopefully, next time, I will be swimming instead of drowning in the abyss...
1 comment:
Chello!
Well, I usually just wallow in my depressed moods and enjoy the darkness for a bit. For me, it eventually passes, and I like 'being bad' but indulging in depression. Eh, I'm weird, what can I say?
And, no, you're not whiney in the least. Tired, yes...you need a hug. Well, that or a hot fudge sundae. Since you're dieting (as am I now), it'll have to be a hug.
~BIG polar bear hug~
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