Some of you may remember me (GuanoLad?) from WAY back in the dark late 1990s. I’ve actually continued to lurk on here these last 10 years but rarely felt compelled to write, due to a number of factors.
Enter today. It’s my birthday. I’ve a horrible stomach bug. Last night I felt the curtain of the darkest depression of my life descend.
I just want to talk to some new people. I’m not wallowing, despite my above paragraph. I just want to connect with someone else and feel a connection again. I hope it’s okay to post a message like this on here. If not, I reckon I’ll find out very soon.
I don’t know you either, as another newbie, but Happy Birthday! Sucks to be sick and alone, but it’s still a time to celebrate. I just sent out a New Year’s card celebrating a year full of “things that have never been,” and I’ve been trying to convince myself that that’s positive and exciting. Surely it is!
I’m sure I’m not the only one here who’d love to talk.
Whoops… didn’t mean to say that I am the infamous GuanoLad. He’s just one I remember particularly well from the time. In '99, I had an adventure of sorts involving another member here, a one-way bus ticket to Seattle from Kansas City, selling all my worldly goods, and then ending up in an abusive relationship with a crazy guy from Australia. Um, to summarize poorly.
Anyway, I used to be great at meeting people online and had many good friendships; all of which have slowly degraded over time.
For those who remember, I’m now married (more or less happily), have a nearly 3-year-old son, and am the director of a small history museum.
I am very lonely, but have the heart of an extrovert. I just need a boost and some clever conversation to distract me, and maybe give me a jump start.
Happy birthday, Jessica! I don’t know you either, but I’ve only been around for a little over a year. I’ve been trying to make new friends as well, so I’d love to talk to you. I’ll be on yahoo and icq later in the week, or you can send me a PM if you want to. I hope you have an awesome birthday!!
Sucks to be sick, and depression is tough – but recognizing it and doing something to combat it means you’re on your way out again. (It’s when you can’t bring yourself to do anything that it’s really scary.)
I suggest having another piece of birthday cake. If there isn’t one in the house, send out your husband.
Heh. Twickster, yes. I recognize that I am actually doing something about it, however minute. I’ve come to recognize this as a pattern with me for many years. I will eventually hit rock bottom and either do something really stupid & impulsive, or nothing happen and I’ll just… slowly start climbing back up. It’s weird.
Now the CAKE, I think I’ll wait on that until I’ve held down liquids for a few hours.
Now I’m up in bed, contemplating a very early bedtime due to the fatigue, and listening to my son crying like crazy while my husband soothes him. Ah, good times.
I’d better update my profile and make sure my IMs are up to date. If anyone’s up to chat via IM later, please feel free.
