Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Crushed

Friends call on the phone; I don't answer. I hear the phone buzz - they've left me a voicemail - I don't listen.

People tromp up our stairs and knock; I sit in silence until they give up and leave.

I don't feel like being a person, being a friend, these days. I feel like sitting here in my quiet space and doing absolutely nothing. I feel like not being interfered with on my journey into a quiet place where nobody can make me do anything ever again.

Is this depression? It's hard to say. I'm too close to it to see it clearly. It could just be simple laziness.

I am lazy. My mother always said so, then my dad said so, then my mother-in-law said so. And you know? They were so right. I'm lazy. I don't like to clean things up. I don't like to wash the same dishes I just washed yesterday. I don't like to sweep and mop and dust and scrub and blah blah blah every single day of my life. It's boring. It's depressing. It's irritating.

I find myself in long diatribes on the inside of my head about how selfish and inconsiderate all the people who live with me are, how lame and rude they are for leaving all this crap all over the place and not rinsing a goddamn dish, for fuck's sake, not putting the toilet seat down, not cleaning the hair out of the drain, not caring that it's me doing the walking behind them and cleaning up their dish, their mess, their drain hair.

For a lazy person, this must be what Hell looks like, a hall stretching to Infinity, filled with doors, behind each of which lives a sink full of dishes and bathtubs clogged with slimy hair and filthy toilets waiting to be cleaned. And when you get done with one room, you turn around and find that all you've done is undone again a mere five minutes after you're finished.

If I knew what was wrong with me I'd fix it. But I don't. And sadly I think that it would be kind of like my vision of Hell anyway; I'd figure out what was wrong with me, fix it, and five minutes later I'd be back down in the dumps again.

And I'm too lazy to want to fix it anyhow.

Okay, that's my time. I'll be here to depress you all week. Be sure to tip your waitress.

4 comments:

Donna said...

My world. Welcome to it. Thank God my husband loves me anyway.

Sayre said...

Jeez, Mel. Now I'm worried. Are you like that all the time or just when it's winter? You do sound depressed to me (though I'm no expert). I kind of felt like that in January, but as soon as the calendar flipped over to February, I felt better. If you keep feeling like this, please talk to someone about light therapy!

Josie said...

It does sound like depression to me- I had (and still often have) similar feelings.

I would recommend seeing a good doctor just in case if you can. You aren't lazy, you're just having a bit of an energy problem at the moment. I hope you feel better soon xxx

Anonymous said...

Nemine my request to your blog, Mel...I found it buried under an assumed name in my favs! Yehaa!

Now, unass the pity party, and get back to being that sarcastic, acidic, misanthrope we all love and admire, Lady...and get that tooth fixed ASAP! It might make ya feel better, also, although the bill probably won't, but sie la vie...

As mentioned, Spring is coming! Loveya!

--Joe..