Depression stinks! Hate that feeling, that state of being, though when I'm depressed, I don't rouse myself to anything energetic enough to get pissed off at! Interpreting my situation gives me the power to laugh, cry, despair, or hope. Like the thought that anything I do is pointless, I can turn the table on that and take a calculated risk to do something different, like getting to work on time, instead of driving, I could bike, walk, take a bus or taxi. Very mundane, and that's where I live.

I don't believe that everything is pointless, even though I sometimes I feel that way. I don't think being remembered long after my death by anyone other than my granddaughters is a useful standard for living my life now. When I was a kid, I used to ride my bike through a nearby cemetery and liked to look at the faded photographs embedded in some gravestones. I imagined their lives, but they weren't remembered by me. And I think their lives were good enough and useful, without my remembering them.

You must have struck a cord, Icare, because my thoughts are all over the place.