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firecat (attention machine in need of calibration) ([personal profile] firecat) wrote2011-04-11 01:01 pm

Depression and love

[personal profile] maevele said something awesome here:
"With my depression, there aren't so many things that give me joy, and I should be able to celebrate the shit out of the things that do. If I hate just about everything in the world, let me love what I do love hard and unrestrainedly. And even when we're teenagers, and allegedly immature enough to get away with enthusiasm, we start getting pressured to act cool, so we temper that enthusiasm so goddamn early. I'm done with it. No great art ever was made by dampening your love of anything. No great life was lived by pretending you didn't give a shit."
I want to make a fucking manifesto of this. (*ponders how to reduce it to a logo-sized or t-shirt-sized slogan*)

[identity profile] bastette-joyce.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I don't even feel like it's necessary to hate almost everything in the world to think that I should be able to love what I love, and to be as into what I love as I feel like being. Not to say that I haven't been that depressed, so that there's precious little to interest me. But there have been many times when I'm feeling pretty excited about a lot of stuff - but I keep thinking it's the wrong stuff. At least, I'm always wondering whether the amount of intense feeling I have for <obsession du jour> is inappropriate and somehow pathological. You know, misdirected "normal" feelings, where I don't seem able to direct my feelings toward "normal" targets, toward the appropriate things.

Well, I'm glad I just wrote that. Rereading it, I can see what a stupid idea it is. :) Why do I care whether my feelings are directed toward what some fictional person might say is the appropriate place for them?