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Friday, Dec. 31, 2004 - 1:34 a.m. MADNESS WITH NO METHOD I just returned from the movie “Ocean’s 12” at a late-night showing at the theater. I suppose you can call that movie the ultimate in “pop culture,” considering the line-up of actors in it, but, truth be known, the movie did not impress me. Though there were hardly any people the theater in the first place, I think I was the only person there alone. As I walked out, I noticed the few “cute” couples walking out together holding hands and getting in their cars to go home. The sight made me wonder why I was not in one of those couples. Then, when I sat at my computer just now, something occurred to me. The well I have apparently been drawing from the past few months must be running dry. In case you have no clue what I am talking about, I am referring to my mood. My whole attitude surrounding my experience at the theater is an example of an impending depressive cycle. Feeling alone, though the feeling may very well be legitimate, is a depressive symptom. I doubt I would have had such thoughts two or three months ago. Indeed, the depression is probably not going to be severe enough to merit any sort of treatment, but I wish I had an answer. |