melancholia

I tried to watch it but I just couldn't do it.

that's common. that dude is really great at making sex depressing and revolting. also, life in general. nymphomaniac was fucking impossible for me. i haven't even tried antichrist yet mainly because i have no desire to kill myself.
 
Nothing wrong with listening to your body mind and soul when it needs a little rest and assimilate some sadness which this world brings...dive into it like a cool lake on a hot summer's day...never deny or suppress your true feelings...if anything it gives you compassion in regonizing your own imperfectness...just because the world wants you to run around like chicken with its head cut off always spending or making money doesn't mean you have to obey...have your subtlety beautiful melancoly mood.
 
Are you able to make Butters receive ECT?

I'd like to see that, please.

Thanks.
 
That image suits you beautifully, Never. I'm glad you've crossed the stepping stones back to us. :rose:
 
that's common. that dude is really great at making sex depressing and revolting. also, life in general. nymphomaniac was fucking impossible for me. i haven't even tried antichrist yet mainly because i have no desire to kill myself.

If I want revolting and depressing sex I'll call my ex husband.
That cheered me up a bit. :)
 
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Brought about by many things: the mournful strumming of a Spanish guitar on the radio, those soft and misty days where the sky drizzles but never storms, or an idle thought that tugs you downward toward the still places in your mind.

It's not that you're sad, no, but you wouldn't say you're happy either.

The soul slumps a little, and you're not really tired, but you don't have much in the way of energy. Hours might tick by as you sit alone, not doing much of anything.

There's a lack of connection. You're just sort of drifting, and you look up to find it's 3 am. Not sure how you found yourself there again, but 3 am suits you. When the city falls asleep, it leaves this big space behind that makes it easier to breathe.

Because you are a responsible adult (or try to maintain the appearance of one), you'll trundle off to bed soon. You have work or chores in that bright, busy world the rest of humanity swims in, but wouldn't it be grand to linger in this deep, cool place you've found? You could spend days here - months.

There's no real leaving it though; I seem to carry it with me wherever I go.

:heart:

The still places in your mind. I like that.

The quiet. I like it there. Not happy, not sad, just quiet.
 
So there is no difference between the wistful longing that can be brought on by a memory, or perhaps music, which I would call melancholy and melancholic depression? Genuinely curious.

Melancholia is a static clinical depression, I call it a FUNK or MALAISE or BLUES.

http://bjp.rcpsych.org/content/184/6/534.full

Seems to be more lethal for folks who self medicate with alcohol and drugs.
 
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Had I known people would flock to this thread, I'd have made it about wriggling puppy dogs or some-such.

You were always flock-worthy.

Plus, when you say "wriggling puppies"....it has a bit of a grim caste to it. (ha)
 
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