After leafing through some of my old poetry, I am reminded of the words of a friend of mine. He once said that everyone he knew had one personality problem or another. Like a fool, I asked him what mine was and he told me that I'm just too damn depressing.
This is not to be confused with being depressed. I'm too overworked and underpaid to have time for depression. But apparently I have a knack for depressing other people--and apparently that's what they love about me? @_@
No, no, don't adjust your mind--there's a fault in reality. Apparently I'm lovably morbid ^_^
*shruggle* who knew?
Well, he did...but we've already established that.
Anywho, I didn't realize how true that was until I read over some of my old poetry all at once and had an irrepressable urge to go drown my sorrows in a vat of Blue Bunny(TM) Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream (well, I didn't try all that hard to repress it...its really good ice cream ^_^)
But apparently this genre works for me--at least contest judges seem to eat it up like heyenas stripping a gazel carcass...so to those who read my overly-angsty work I say this: if you become depressed, know that I depress you out of nothing but love and there's no need to thank me for introducing you to the wonderful healing powers of ice cream! ^_^
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