I’ve never lived in a city with more issues in my life. Every day it seems there is something else to be angry or depressed about. I’m so tired of it. Every morning I wake up and ask myself why I live here. Most days I feel like I am living someone else’s life. I’m so much better than this and I know in my heart that I deserve better. It’s not fair. I’m supposed to be living the California dream. I should have been there by now. Palm trees and the beach are supposed to be right outside my window. Instead I’m on the opposite side of the country surrounded by punks, rain and litter. I feel like I am stuck and the only thing that gets me out of bed every day are dreams of the future. Everything about this city brings out the worst in me, and I find it so easy to give up on the things I have worked so hard for. It just seems like everything is always a constant issue. Everyone here is either depressed, stoned, or highly intoxicated, and it is not hard to imagine why. I’m usually the one preaching to others about never giving up, being happy, living every day as if it was your last, and never doing anything you don’t agree or feel comfortable with, but lately I find myself doing the exact opposite. —Living One Day at a Time
This article appears in Mar 1-7, 2012.
California Dream, eh? Ask those who live in worse poverty and drug and alcohol addiction in California. They have the same or worse problems than we do, We may have rain but they get droughts and don’t forget their pesky earthquakes. Even those who are living “The Dream” are subject to drugs and alcohol, divorce, and of course the paparazzi.
Everybody has their low ebbs, OP and lord only knows this is the season for them. There’s a folk tune I’m rather fond of called “The World is Always Turning Toward the Morning” Basically, the message is “This too shall pass”, but I agree, getting through that long dark night can sometimes seem like an unsurmountable challenge. Ignore the ephemera; that includes bus strikes, nincompoop politicians and fully 99% of what you see on the nightly news. Take pleasure in your friends and family and never let pass the opportunity to tell them what their love means to you. You don’t want to be standing in a funeral home counting up the things you wished you had said. And neither do they.
Good luck.
Bro Tim. You left out forest fires.
Wow, Op. I understand the way you feel, but from experience things do get better. If I were you I’d have a donair because they always make me feel better.
Please just go to California and take your depressed attitude with you. You’re bringing the rest of us down!
I’m glad that my house is on the outskirts and that I can bike to work. Otherwise….http://i55.tinypic.com/2wcfeyc.jpg
Maybe it’s not the city – maybe it’s you.
New Jersey? Frig, I’d be depresed too.
There is only one problem with your plan OP. Wherever you go, there you are.
I bet you wrote this exact bitch about the last place you lived before you came here.
Simple solution to all your problems:
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Carpe diem, OB.
I understand what you’re talking about, OB. The weather in NS is hardcore tough if you’re susceptible to SAD &/or want more from life than a depressed east coast economy can offer. Some people go with medication, but I chose to get out from under the weather … so to speak. I moved to another part of the country, because I had to get out of my depression in a non-pharma manner. I miss some aspects of home every day, but life moives on and you gain new experiences. Since the move, I haven’t had as bleak a winter as all those I experienced back home. In other words, yes, there is a brighter life elsewhere. Mind you, local yokel jackassetry is going to happen wherever you go, so do your research and choose carefully.
Man, take your cranky ass outside for a walk in the bright sunlight. You need some vitamin D. Cheer the fuck up, life is too short. You could live in Africa and have to travel 5 miles by foot every day to pump dirty water from a well and pick rice. Get out and rediscover Nova Scotia, the great asshole of the universe, even though there are no buses, go by foot and find the beauty in it.
Just for your edification folks, Halifax is not on the othe side of the country from California.
…not YET, Hugo…..
But after the revolution………*evil sneer and maniacal hand wringing*
I think I have the perfect name for what OB is experiencing….
Let’s call it the “Denny Doherty Syndrome” or DDS for short.
(If I have to explain why, then you’re probably too young to understand)
You’re California dreaming on such a (nice) winter day? Right Vasto?
You really don’t have to move anywhere OP. With the rate of climate change those palm trees will be outside your window in a few years. That aside, try moving to the beautiful Annapolis Valley, it’s usually five degrees warmer and generally less foggy than Halifax. Besides, what’s Halifax got that the Valley doesn’t? Oh that’s right, punks, rain and litter.
Want a little cheese to go with that whine?
“If I were you I’d have a donair because they always make me feel better.”
Obviously a very popular coping mechanism around here…
I’d actually recommend the donair balls at Boneheads then!
they are donair meatballs wrapped in bacon and deep fried, served with donair sauce….
and all the proceeds go to testicular cancer research!
helping people’s balls has never been quite this delicious….
🙂
you know you wanna…