I know I am, but looking at a lot of the postings I can see I’m far from alone.
Is it a requirement to post here?
I would answer with a longer post… but I have to go crawl back into bed.
What’s depressive?
Hoping you are meaning depressed? Nope, I’m a very happy person for the most part. I only crawl back into bed when there’s a reason for it 
I’m certainly not depressed! After 25 messages from complete strangers telling me to cheer up, why, I’ll be happy as a clam for the rest of the week!
I’d answer your question, but I lack the strength to get out of bed.
I’m so upbeat that I tend to skip around like a school girl.
No no, people are just whining. You know - No one ever voted for me as favorite poster - No one voted for me for Prom King - Cecil never said hello to me - Everyone likes WallyM7 better - blah blah blah. Big deal.
Oh wait. That’s me!!
I’m so depressed.
I’ll let you know as soon as I get back from my analyst.
Well, I’ve been depressed for a long time, and Mom wants me to go to therapy, but I don’t want to waste her money on something that can’t really go away anyway. But don’t worry because I never post much anyway. I’m about as exciting as a piece of toast.
Well, as the lilting sounds of Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb” flowed through my headphones, I read the title of this thread and got the only laugh I’ve had or expect to have all day.
So perhaps the answer is yes.
You didn’t mean “depressing”, did you? (Maybe the answer is still yes.)
Depression, the gift that keeps on giving.
I’m so depressed that I can’t listen to “Disintegration” by the Cure because it’s too upbeat and bubbly.
I’m not usually, but I have been today, ever since posting to the song lyrics thread against my better judgment. I should snap out of it by tomorrow.
I’mneverdepressedandIhavebeencleaningmyhousealldayitsparklesandshineslikenothingyou’veeverseenbefore, Ievendustedinsidethedrawersonallthedressersintheentirehouseplusintheatticnever, knewhowdustyitcouldgetupthereireroofedtheroofretiledthekitchenfloorandnowI’mstartedtopainttheoutsideofthehouse, IjustcameintocheckonmyemailsbeforeIgettoostickytocomebackinsidethanksforpostingofyourinterestindepressivebehaviorasyoucanplainlysee, I’mabsolutelyfineandnooneneedeverworryaboutmebeingsadordownsinceI’malwaysonthegotoobusytothinkveryhardaboutanything.Needyourcarwashed???
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And Anti Pro absorbs a little bit of new knowledge about the way the message board works…
** yes, a VERY little bit… **
"Whenever you see the hearse go by
And think to yourself that you’re gonna die
Be merry, my friends, be merry.
They put you in a big white shirt
And cover you up in tons of dirt
Be merry, my friends, be merry.
They put you in a long-shaped box
And cover you over in tons of rocks
Be merry, my friends, be merry.
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
The ones that crawl in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Be merry, my friends, be merry.
Your eyes fall in and your hair falls out
And your brains come tumbling down your snout
Be merry, my friends, be merry."
I forget who wrote that, but the little poem pretty much sums it all up.
Alright, who’s the one who stretched out my browser window? I actually had to scroll to the side to reply to this? Blasphemy!
Oh, um, I have to go write a poem.
I’m blaming Anti Pro for the wide window. But it’s cool that one can do that.
By depressive I mean prone to depression. Not depressed as a constant state, necessarily. And certainly not depressing, except the sad songs thread. And I’ve been known to get a catch in my throat and a glisten in my eye reading some posts, but that has nothing to do with true depression.
There does seem to be a large proportion of the medicated-or-should-be here. Including me. Maybe that’s what I would love about it–if I were capable of love.
“How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of thiw world!”
–Hamlet, Act 1, scene ii