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depression comes with the territory when you are smart AND curious about the world. being smart and ignorant of the world, you can easily dupe yrself.
Homer (having gained 70 IQ points because of removal of an old crayon from his skull) - "Lisa, how do you do it? It seems that the smarter I get the more people hate me."
Lisa -" Oh you know, Tai Chi, Chai Tea, the usual."
The only way to counter it, I have found, is to understand and accept that we all get just one life, and that very little actually matters to one's everyday life. People tell me I am self-delusional, but I truly feel that the relatively small amount of joyful, enjopyable, happy exciting, interesting things in the world make up for the myriad of shitstorm that is there.
like Jennthebenn's book. It made my week. I have been sick for 4 days, my g/f is sick, my mom is undergoing surgery, my new office manager and HR person told me that I am basically an overpaid clerk and that my 9 year employment here hangs on a shoestring my house is in severe disarray and I am broke (among a million other things I will not mention, personal and in the world), but that book in the mail, knowing that my online friend and fantasy football nemesis wrote it, and created it, and was kind enough to sell one to me, and that now I get to hold her creation and read it and laugh and be jealous of all her sonic youth shows, etc., that one thing is so joyous to me that it blinds me from the bullshit.
is that delusional?
do I care?
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