My mom texted me a quote which I eventually found floating on tumblr that went like this:
“One awesome thing about Eeyore is that even though he is basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all of his friends. And they never expect him to pretend to feel happy, they just love him anyway, and they never leave him behind or ask him to change.”
I sometimes wish the people in my life were able to not necessarily understand my depression/darkness, but just be able to see me. Just me. And not wish anything different about me.
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I saw that same quote this week, it’s so hopeful and idealistic yet really stands to show use that we live in a broken and imperfect place. That’s what this site is for though, right? Acceptance of the broken?
That failing, I recommend a dog. You love them and they love back – regardless of music taste or fashion sense.
Herowanted.
Not much of a dog person myself, had one once. I loved her, but she was too upbeat for me. Love cats though. I could have a house full of them (technically do already, got 5 of them haha).
One day, just one day if I can keep it together like I’ve been, I can meet someone who will just see me as me, not someone “with a shit on the sun personality” as someone in college told me. I’ve also been told I look like the type of quiet girl who’s gonna shoot up a school. Really?
Nah. If I was gonna shoot anyone it’d be me.
God, I love my mother’s cats. All they need is to be fed and pet, and then they’re loyal companions. I often wish that people were so simple. Of course, it’d also be nice if the cats could clean the litter box or use the toilet as well. 🙂
Cats are great when you’re depressed – they sense it and have a way of cheering you up, or at least putting a dent in how you’re feeling, as though it were just a natural thing for one creature to do for another. But yeah, litter boxes suck. I guess it’s worth the extra effort, though.