Depression

Where to begin?  If I could kill Depression I would buy a gun.  Otherwise I don't believe in guns.
Imagine a dark room, devout of any light, you walk into the room, you cannot see anything and then you feel yourself falling and you keep falling, until finally you come to land on a cold cement floor.  You feel around for something of comfort, something soft and pray for some light in order to find something or someone of comfort.  But there is nothing, you feel cold, alone, sad, desperate, you start to feel like you don't have enough air to breath, you get anxious and want to get out.  You move in different directions and you cannot find any escape, you begin to hear distance voices, this makes you wonder where they are coming from, but you cannot distinguish what the direction the voices are coming from.  You begin to lose hope of finding a way out and instead begin to wish you were dead.  Better off dead than being in this cold, hard, dark pit devout of any light.  This is just a small effort of mine trying to describe what depression feels like for those who have never experienced depression. 

Overhearing Conversations

I have overheard two different people at different times and locations state that, "Los Angeles is a great city, but not to raise children".  This statement has really made me pause and has really bothered me.  I wanted to interrupt and tell the people that said this, "So what is going wrong with the children being raised here in Los Angeles?", and "Do you know that there are thousands, if not a million or more children being raised in this city, and you are saying to those parents that they should not be raising their children here?".  It seems a bit of an absurd statement.

Seeing Red

You probably guessed right.  No, I did not want a diamond ring.  That was too "ordinary" "predictable" and "BORING"!  Yes, I did want a ring, because I like symbolism. I chose a solid wide gold band with a small ruby.  Now after 19 years of marriage that ring is sitting in a jewel box, cut open.  When will I have it back on my finger?  Perhaps when the recession is over, when I get a job, when my youngest child is in high school?  Who knows. 
Now can you guess how old my youngest child is? 

Friends and Small Talk

Small talk never really interested me.  I think that is why I didn't have many friends in college.  In one class in college, I was sitting next to three women, one was showing the other two her engagement ring.  One women said, "Wow, nice, I wonder how much that cost him!"  And then they went on about how beautiful it was and blah, blah, blah.  What I wanted to say to them was, does the ring really matter, you should be wondering how well He listens to her and if she really loves him.  When it was my time to get married, do you think I wanted a diamond engagement ring?