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Conversation with My Thoughts
Shame is the name of the blame game — Shame and humiliation. Oh, and don't forget to give guilt its due credit.
These emotions are despair's chief components, The real culprits in the spread of depression, Suicide's leading catalyst for decisive action.
"Why," my thoughts emphatically ask me, "Do you find your mind so down in the dumps, Preoccupied with such morbid shit?
"Why don't you try looking on the brighter side? After all, you could see your foul mood As ludricrous, humorous — funny as hell."
"Sure. Getting caught fucking my boss's wife, Behind the bleachers, at the church picnic, Getting fired from my job, losing my retirement benefits...
"You think I've got something to smile about?" "All that was just the stuff of last night's dreams." "Maybe so, but I did it, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but only we'll ever know about it." "So what? How can I go to work, now, or church?" "Bub, that's for you to answer, not us."
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