[Rainrunner]

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.

[Altered Moment]

The fact you cooked a good dinner and then actually cleaned it up is a pretty good sign. I would have ate the lucky charms.

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[Mustkeepjob32]

I think it's a great feeling to not want me to depressed. I don't want to be depressed either.

[woundedsoul]

I wouldn't even have bothered to eat the darn lucky charms, and goodness knows I'm not cleaning anything up. I swear, it's been about 18 months since I've felt like cleaning anything. I can barely stand to do the laundry, and that's only because my kids can't do it right, and my husband complains if I wait until he has no clean underwear left before I do it, which I've done many times over the past 18 months. Just can't seem to pull myself out of this funk!