When I Start to Feel Depressed…I Clean
so with that said, today I came home and immediately cleaned one of the bathrooms and then since that just wasn’t enough, I steam cleaned the carpeting in two of the bedrooms, two of the hallways, the living room, dining room and family room. Then I vacuumed the other rooms I didn’t steam clean. The kids will be home shortly so that means I don’t have time for a decent post but that’s okay since I just don’t feel very much into it right now. I’m sorry. I thtink once they finish their homework I want to run up to the library to pick up a bunch of stuff I have on hold including “Please Kill Me: A History of Punk Rock” which I have been on the waiting list to get since forever! Then, I want to cut the grass if I can beat the impending rain…we shall see.
Geez, I hate when I start feeling this way and I hate even more how I sound on this thing when I do start to feel this way. And yes, I’m completely aware that many of you don’t want to be bothered by it either since the people who comment regularly when I am mindless, mindlessly happy and mindlessly retarded, suddenly clam up or disappear altogether when I become human again. Tomorrow I will attempt to put on my happy mask and entertain the masses. Today, I just don’t have it in me.
Please ignore the retard curled up in the corner. It’s perfectly normal. Perfectly normal.
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Hey I clean like that when I am getting ready to start my period. I have no idea why i just shared that with you.
I clean when I’m pissed off. No wisecracks about how my house should be spotless either!
I spent much of my day the same way you did. I feel like I’m whining too much on my blog. We should do some sort of team building exercise to cheer us up.
Whining is fine as long as you’re keeping it real, as Rox and you both do. I think it serves a purpose, showing that the fake, “Everything’s great!” that is drilled into us North Americans is just that, fake. So good on you, retard ; )
It’s weird, because when I get depressed I don’t clean. Of course, I don’t clean when I’m not depressed either. Actually, I pretty much never clean, so I’m really not sure why I even brought it up.
I’m not sure what’s causing you to be depressed, but whatever it is, I hope it resolves itself for you. In the meantime, just be yourself and don’t worry about entertaining the people who comment on your blog.
I clean before I entertain. Haven’t entertained in yeeeears though, so you might not want to come over without one of those bird-flu masks.
I’m reading a book on the Donner Party. Talk about depressing! I feel guilty when I think, “Brrrrrr, it’s so coooold today.” (Which it is. Frigging freezing. Oh, how horrible I feel for even thinking that.)
We need to have a party around here, so that we’ll be motivated to do some serious cleaning. Not a Donner Party though. No one would attend. Knowing what we know today.
I would be depressed too, but it depresses me so I quit..i think you need some ice cream..
I don’t clean when I’m depressed, either. I only clean like a mad man when I’m keyed up about something. If you’re in the dumps, then why try to act like something you’re not feeling?
Like Big Tex, I don’t clean when I’m depressed. Or when I’m not depressed. Or ever. Yes, the place is a hideous mess. It depresses me.
Oh how I know what you mean about whining. I do it a lot. And I get tired of it, of doing it and hearing it from myself. It makes me depressed.
I didn’t notice the retard curled in the corner. I’m too busy curled up in my own corner to notice. Oh, woe is me… (as my sainted grandmama used to say)
I was just being depressed that you couldn’t come to my house to be depressed and clean. You would need to be very very very depressed.