Depression
Lately, I’ve been feeling like everything is pointless. Is this the same as feeling that nothing has any point to it? I know one state is probably just called depression and the other is downright suicidal. I want to make sure which state I’m in.
———- from John Baxter of Ashland OR
You say that you’re from Oregon and I suppose three hundred days of rainfall would make anyone depressed, if not suicidal. Last time I checked, the only thing that made Oregonians feel totally hopeless was the proximity of California. Now instead of everyone heading for the beach to surf, they don heavy Irish knit sweaters, walk the driftwood covered beach and brood. The nineties west coast beach scene is an intellectual one, dealing more with sensitivity than suntans. Disenchanted Boomers head north to find themselves. Everyone is a writer, working on a novel that will never be finished, much less published. But that’s OK. Moping in the fog thinking about art is a step above Moon Doggy showing off for Gidget.
You say that you’re from Oregon and I suppose three hundred days of rainfall would make anyone depressed, if not suicidal. Last time I checked, the only thing that made Oregonians feel totally hopeless was the proximity of California. Now instead of everyone heading for the beach to surf, they don heavy Irish knit sweaters, walk the driftwood covered beach and brood. The nineties west coast beach scene is an intellectual one, dealing more with sensitivity than suntans. Disenchanted Boomers head north to find themselves. Everyone is a writer, working on a novel that will never be finished, much less published. But that’s OK. Moping in the fog thinking about art is a step above Moon Doggy showing off for Gidget. 