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Those make easy-to-write posts. Thank you.
My pleasure. And you don't even need to get chicken pox first.
I don't worry about many health things, but I worry about shingles. My insurance won't cover the shingles vaccine for about another ten years, and people can get them when they are young. I've been exposed to shingles many times. I don't know if that means anything. I just know how miserable they are.
This a great exchange in a novel. Not so much in real life. Please say that it's a bit of a novel...
It's not in a novel. It's just a little thingy. It can't be real life because I'm writing this reply to your comment.
WHOA! That was good. I wasn't expecting that reply to what she said.
Just a little something that popped into my head because I've been so depressed.
Well, wish in one hand, spit in the other; see which you get first. If my mother said that to me one more time I would scream. Now I'm saying it.
My mom had a bunch of sayings that nearly drove me insane. I don't think I've used any of them. I'm creative, so I make up my own stupid sayings instead.
I've heard that when you feel that way, you're not working on living.
I'm very tired, and my feelings are hurt. I'll get through it.
Well...that caught me off guard. Lol..if we want to take it literally, how do we REALLY know that we are alive. Hmmm
Look at Sherry's comment.
Reminded me a little of Frederic Brown's "Knock": "The last man on Earth sat alone in a room There was a knock on the door..."
I've never seen that. I like it.
If she sighed, it means her respiratory functions are still operating. Therefore she is not dead. The man is mistaken. :)
Aren't they almost always mistaken?
You definitely got the feeling across, Janie. Good job!
Thank you, sweet Murees.
Nice flash fiction!
Thanks! I've always wondered what flash fiction is, and I'm too lazy to look it up.
YeaHawww !I so understand this. Some days it feels just like this.cheers, parsnip
Yup. It will get better. After a while.
Interesting. So sorry to hear you're depressed. I hope things improve, and whatever it is getting you down goes away. Take care.
I want what is getting me down to come closer so I know where it is. Thank you.
I'm away for a month.This is the first thing I read.Clearly, you are alive, but I'm not sure if it's a great hook or something I should be concerned about. (((HUGS)))
Not a hook. No need to be concerned. I'm depressed, and it just popped up. When I'm depressed, being creative helps me. Welcome back.
That's how it feels when you're/I'm depressed: like we're dead inside. Sometimes being outside helps, or hugging my dog, or just knowing I have a dog. Because he needs me, so I have to stay.
Yes. I can't leave Franklin.
Hi Janie,May such verbalisation be of some help as you try to challenge your depression.Gary
It helps me a lot. Just saying I'm depressed helps me. I have to throw it away from myself. I just don't want anyone else to catch it. It should fly away in the sky and burn up on the sun.
Oh wow so much could be added to that. I think of a fellow ghost or Death himself saying this but I also could see an abusive husband. Now if that was the latter, he would get a quick swat of a rot iron frying pan across his face. Actually it reminds me of my mom who had a first husband who was abusive. My mom owned a restaurant in Toronto back in the late 50's and she was cutting up food for the day. He came in and threw all the food on the floor since she had woken him up. By this point she had had it. With her meat cleaver in hand she chased him down the middle of Queen St in downtown Toronto. He ran in his one peace long underwear but the flap for his butt dropped open and his ass was there for all to see as he ran down the street. My mom then realized what a coward he was. Can you just picture that..I can:)
I was thinking of an abusive husband because the last couple years I was married my husband was trying to drive me crazy. He hoped I would kill myself. I love what your mom did. I picture that guy running down the street. That's hilarious.
This reminds me of an old movie called "Gaslight" with Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer. My mom, afterwards, would make his coffee and then, place rat poison on the table. She made him so scared he was a timid little mouse after.
You need a Ouiser to slap around. Oh wait, that's me. *I* need a Ouiser to slap around - but I'm willing to share.
That reminds me of Bleak House.“And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.” I feel that way sometimes.
I've never read Bleak House.
A little creepy and a little crazy is the best way for me to start the morning. Take care of yourself and stick around.
I have to stick around. Franklin needs me.
She...She's a g-g-g-ghost!?!
No. I'm depressed and lonely and dead inside.
She was dead and didn't know it makes one think of that movie I can't remember the name of right now
She's dead inside. I'm not sure what movie you mean.
I like The Sixth Sense with the little boy who says, I see dead people.
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