When It Hits You
Lincoln Adams | April 27, 2007 @ 7:25 pmAhhh, Friday has arrived at last, giving me a little time to reflect on the failure that is my life.
I couldn’t help but notice how the entire world and God Himself blew me off this week. I got blown off by my boss when I begged him for help in working new hours so I could go to law school. I got blown off by my union rep in trying to resolve some of the ongoing issues at work, from the mouse droppings on my desk to the bigwigs’ initial refusal to accommodate my disability. I got blown off by personnel, who I inquired of for a transfer so I could get the *bleep* out of here. I got blown off by Uptown Girl, who strung me along for weeks before finally ignoring me altogether. I got blown off by friends, by family members, and finally God Himself, who I’ve appealed to repeatedly with many tears and pleas for answers and relief from my troubles.
And now, once again, it’s Friday night and I’m here all alone, with only the wedding photo of a girl I had a crush on here at work to keep me company. Evidently someone thought it’d be nice to leave a copy of our department newsletter on my desk, turned precisely to the page that showed a caption and photo of her recent wedding. Thanks dude! assface…
My latest failures, the problems at work, the loss of yet another career dream, the loss of my latest romantic prospective, all finally took its toll on me last night. As I went through my normal work routine, I suddenly broke down and started sobbing. A wave of depression came over me like a dark fog, draining all my energy and strength. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up again. A day later, the depression is still lingering around (and probably will for a while).
It’s times like this when I start to wonder if my parents can still collect life insurance from me if I commit suicide. But for the time being, I decided instead to enjoy tonight’s lineup of Stargate and House, and go to hell with myself by ordering pizza. With extra toppings. And a chicken roll. And some cheese fires. And baked ziti.
Yep, I’m going full on Italian tonight. To heck with you all. 
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4 Responses to “When It Hits You”
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Cheer up.
It gets worse before it gets better. (I know that from personal experience and everyone else’s experience as well).
And no, insurance doesn’t cover suicide, so don’t even joke about it.
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Actually, certain policies do provide benefits as a result of suicide as long as you’ve been paying for the life insurance for at least two years.
Don’t ask me how I know this.
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Duuuuuuuuude…Listen to your “mommy”…. it all sucks, but the blackness doesn’t have to be your home. Its not a moral failing to go on antidepressants. They help. Miss you Buddy. Think of you often.
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Thanks Mommy.
I’m not a fan of antidepressants because of the inherent dangers there seems to be in taking them, and they would only help if my depression were truly a physical condition. I think I’m depressed because I live a pretty sucky wucky life right now, not because of any physical factors.
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