I have no business posting on a blog.
Especially a Blog that isn’t mine.
But, here I am. Because saving damsels in distress is practically written on my Business card.
Shout out to Cuzzo.
So, I’m depressed.
Yup. Me. Mr. Ask-Ink-Everyfuckingthing is Depressed.
Not “I couldn’t find her G-spot and now she won’t sleep with me again cause I didn’t hit it right” depressed
Not “Let me grab this gun and do in everyone in the house AND me because The Steelers dropped four in a row” Depressed, either.
Somewhere in the middle. The part of the middle that I cannot handle on my own.
Yup, the holidays. Right on Fucking time.
No sooner did I bubble in C on question #50 on my Texas Government Final the clouds started forming on cue. By the time I got home, it was like dusk with a hurricane on the horizon. This morning…Dawn and not a peep of Sunshine.
But here I am. Telling strangers on a blog Iguest on that I am celebrating Winter Break by slipping into Depression.
Then again…it could be worse.
I could just run out and Bang 10 random chicks and get my wife so mad that she cracks the back of my truck with a 3-iron and thrusts my entire existence into an unbearable spotlight that exposes my life for the pathetic mess that it is.
Cause I am pretty sure HE’S going through some shit too.
Bazillion dollars, pretty white wife, once in a universe career, cute lil’ mixed kids and all.
It’s a jungle out there folks. There is no shame in getting help. There is only shame in doing crazy shit to ruin your life because you were afraid you would be embarrassed by getting help.
Happy Hump Day, folks.
Oh, and if you got information on what uninsured people should do about getting mental health assistance without robbing banks or selling naked pictures of Mega-Star former nerds…drop me a comment.
See you tomorrow.