Chronicles of Hypochondria, Part 1: Spiritual Malaise

For the past few months, I've been mostly happy. However, a few things happened that caused me to become briefly bummed out. I broke up with a boy. I had a hard week at work (either paid, or not paid). Perhaps an argument or two with friends and loved ones. (I don't remember, because I do my best to forget all fights with friends and loved ones as soon as they've happened.)

The ratio of good days to bad days was still pretty positive. I'd say I had maybe one really lousy day per month. That works out to a 29:1 good-to-crappy day ratio.

Anyway, I have the flu now, so I'm bummed out again. This is a particularly bad flu for the old psyche, according to Ma Smash, who had it last week. At one point, she reports, she decided that she was a terrible fraud and a bad person, and also likely to be fired. She is a nurse, and for a living, saves lives of extremely sick and, I might add, sometimes rather unpleasant people. She's done this job for almost 20 years now, at the same hospital, and everyone loves her. Clearly, someone who works in the media, saves no one's life, and keeps a blog can't be expected to withstand an emotion-crippling flu of this type.

So here's what I've decided to do. I hate doing things halfway, so I'm going to embark on an epic bout of blueness. This will last two days, and will be over with by the time my friend's metal band plays on Thursday night. (By which point, my flu better be over with, as well, or I'll know the reason why. She said menacingly.)

I'll let you know how it goes.