While cooking up a nice paleo dinner (vs. eating a bowl of Lucky Charms because I’m too lazy to take care of myself), I started thinking.

I was thinking how I don’t want to be depressed. I want to be normal. But what IS normal anyway? I’ll have to save that thought for another time.

Anyway, I digressed….

I started thinking about this “normal” neighbor. Divorced, thin, blonde, tall, runs ALOT and talks to the neighbors. I hear her laughing quite a bit. It annoys me.

I’m divorced, need to lose a few pounds (ok, more than a few...several), I’m short, walk my dog only because I have to and I ignore the neighbors.

So, I started to annihilate the chicken/broccoli stir fry because I was getting pissed. Then I realized what I was doing, looked around to be sure nobody saw me doing it when I, in fact, live alone.

I ate most of the dinner feeling all sorts of ridiculous and decided not to bother cleaning up the mess. But then I got up and cleaned up the mess.

I’m so not into this depression stuff.