Sunday, June 19, 2005

I'm not ignoring your comments

I just haven't figured out how to reply very well yet. I could post a comment myself, but how would you know to read it? I've tried replying to the email I get with your comments, but it won't let me do that. Against cyber rules or something. And creating a whole blog entry made me feel odd, too, because who knows who'll read that. So, anyway. I don't think that your baby looks like a boy. She's way too cute. I also haven't read those books, though I have heard of them. I'm afraid they'll be depressing but maybe the subject matter is unfairly prejudicing me. Have you read them? And thank you for saying Sam is lucky to have me. It kept me from yelling swear words at him one day.

2 comments:

heidi said...

I'm in the middle of "Against Depression". It was really interesting for a while, now it's all textbooky and it's getting hard for me. I haven't been in the textbook mode for a while. The beginning he talked about certain cases of people that he treated. I liked that. The textbook stuff is good too, I guess because they have basically proven that depression is a DISEASE. Not silly people who just need to get over it and move on. That attitude makes me want to scream. And it's so prevalent. Anyway, it's good. I'm also reading "A Long Way Down" by Nick Hornby. It's so fun to read except for the fact that the F word is almost every other word. He also wrote "High Fidelity" and "About a Boy". (Have you seen that?-- About a Boy? If you haven't you should. It's sweet). This book is about 4 people who decide to commit suicide on New Year's Eve and what happens when they meet, etc. Interesting and a super easy, fun read.

Thanks for commenting on my comments. You can comment after my comment if you like--I'll go back and check.

Kerry said...

Those people who think you should just "get over it" piss me off, too. But it also bothers me when people think that "real" depression comes out of nowhere. For me, there's always something that starts it. Someone dying, getting a really bad rejection, being overwhelmed by husband's long work hours (and, consequently, *my* long hours with the baby; though men never think about it that way). Wow, I'm really feeling the urge to digress right now. So I will. I never, ever, agreed that we lived in a misogonistic society until I had a baby. I thought the femminists were crazy. Women could do whatever they wanted. What the heck were all the crazies talking about? And then came the kido . . . Suddenly you find yourself marginalized. Suddenly *you* are expected to be a whole new person and your husband gets to stay the same. Your kid misbehaves? They look at *you.* And if you take time off work because of the kid? Well, if you're me, you don't get any more classes assigned to you for a year. Anyway. Back to depression. I'll have to get that book. There's a weird part of me that still really grooves on textbook type stuff. I have seen About a Boy, by the way. Fabulous movie. I loved it because it was simultaneously easy to watch, uplifting, and not all fluff.