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Saturday, October 15, 2011
In a bid to find the perfect word to describe all these... feelings I've been feeling lately, I finally decided that "melancholy" pretty much describes it to a T. According to Wikipedia, melancholia is a "mood disorder of non-specific depression, characterized by low levels of both enthusiasm and eagerness for activity". To put it simply, I have these bouts of indescribable sadness and I kinda hate going out. And if I didn't actually need social interaction to maintain my sanity, I would probably just lock myself in my room all day long. And I'd probably be happy.
I watched The Art of Getting By today. It wasn't fantastic but I guess I could relate to George.
George: We're living in a dying time, you know? I mean, you got global warming, wars, terrorism, tsunamis... And we're definitely on the downhill side, so what are we working towards? What's the point?
Sally: I thought I had fears. But they're pretty run-of-the-mill. Pain, death...
George: No, not me. I fear life.
Sally: Do you have any friends, George?
George: I'm kind of a misanthrope. Not a choice, just a fact.
We spend all our time working towards something and for what? What's the point? The destination's the same in the end. I don't know. Putting it like that sounds depressing, but isn't it true though? It all kind of seems pointless.
8:18 PM
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I'm Justine. When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story.