Thursday, November 12, 2009

It's gotten boring


The word "boring" on a blog entitled "everything is interesting"?

Yep.

What's boring is depression. I'm in a mild depression. After a lifetime of depression both mild and extreme, this depression thing has become a terrible bore. Not only is it boring to me, but it's boring to others. It saps the life out of things, as everyone knows. Isn't that one of the definitions of depression?

I've had little enthusiasm for this blog and it shows. I have had enthusiasm for knitting, and so I'm making all sorts of projects, as both working in the yarn shop and knitting itself seems to be safe from my blah frame of mind. I have a strong feeling that if I was working in the shop every day I'd be feeling fine. There's nothing like being surrounded by wool and people asking me to help them with their knitting to make me feel better.

I really wish I owned my own yarn shop, but it's an expensive endeavor. I crunched the numbers a few weeks ago and I was surprised at just how expensive an undertaking it is, so as much as I'd love to envision my own little shop (and it's a lovely vision), it's just not possible. I've been thinking about it a lot, nonetheless, and I've come to think of it as "buying a life."

Ah well. I can't buy myself a new life at this moment, so I'm stuck with some free-floating malaise. And even though I've dealt with this problem all my life, I still think I can (and should) talk myself out of it and pull myself up by the proverbial bootstraps. Cognitive behavioral therapy aside, it really doesn't work.

What works is being engaged by life. So, for now, I'm burying myself in knitting, watching documentaries, and reading some truly lousy mysteries. I took a Robin Cook medical mystery out of the library the other day and am quite amazed at how bad the writing is. The guy uses exclamation points! That's fine for blogging, but in a novel? C'mon, if you're a novelist, you should be able to convey emphasis in a conversation by writing it, not relying on the exclamation mark. Next thing you know, there's be an OMG in his next novel. OMG! The patient has an tumor created by an evil medical cabal! WTF?!

There: I feel a tad better from writing a bit of silliness. Maybe I should forgo the documentaries about health care and the Holocaust and watch comedies instead. Good idea.

Image note: John Cleese from the Ministry of Silly Walks sketch. For a list of silly walks in comedy, go here.

4 comments:

BitterGrace said...

You may be bored, but you're not boring. Funny post.

What about trying to buy an interest/partnership in an existing yarn shop? Just a thought.

Susan said...

How about doing a knitting and crocheting bee? Sorta like the old quilting bees. You could have it anywhere you'd like...at your house or someplace else. People can bring their own yarn...you can have yarn from your shop...it could be a mini version of the shop, but on a more personal level. Don't forget the homemade goodies...who could be depressed when there's yarn and chocolate???...now excuse me while I get back to my crocheted cat mats and Godiva truffles.....

Dick Fischbeck said...

You can't buy yourself a new life but how much do you need to start a fiber store? Bare minimum. Talk to me.

TMC said...

Do you think a trip to someplace warm might cheer you up?