How To Be Depressed On A Beautiful Day

On grayscale winter days it seemed the sun was gone forever — buried deep like a forgotten relative or the illusory sensation of falling in love — but the sun is better than those things because you know the sun will return. Spring will arrive and you’ll roll the credits to the monochromatic freeze-frames you’ve been calling life; you’ll be happy again, like last year or like some other time in the past you can’t remember, maybe when you were five. In the meantime, you toss around phrases like ‘seasonal depression’ and ‘too cold out, maybe next time,’ and ‘just not a winter person.’

Little by little, the layers of arid air peel back to reveal a wetness, a moisture associated with the womb and survival and life. The lush greens of lawns and the pure whites of orchids and the fatness of trees with their expanse of foliage: these things are alive again, what’s your excuse?

To the eye it is spring but you’re winter inside — cold and dull and overcast with the endless and pervasive gloom of melancholia. Dress up in bright costumes and hope to camouflage what you’re harvesting: dark seeds of negativity no one wants sprouting in their garden. Your plumage is festive: denim skirt of deceit, orange sham of a sandal. Kill ’em with Kodachrome.

Stroll through rainstorms of blossoms like your pace has something to do with admiration for new and naked weather and nothing to do with a loss of control over your legs, who don’t belong to you anymore, who would be happier in bed and laying idle like they’re so used to doing. Curse the smiling sunflowers and the winking wildflowers and the rays of sun that feel like splinters to the eye. Curse the dandelion but not before making a wish; wish to enjoy this spring or for the correct answer when someone asks, “How are you?” Wish it were winter again.

The bloodshot eyes and the running nose and the never-ending ache that lives deep in your bones, blame that on your allergies. TC mark

image – Jeremy Vandal


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  • Priyanka

    That is SO me! Haha!

  • Michaelwg

    Cheer up, buttercup!

  • Davey Kuraner

    This feels like teen angst.

    • Lakshitha

      Speaking as a teen, I’d say: indeed.

    • womp

      yo i don’t think teen angst ever goes away it just turns into twenty something angst then shit-i’m-thirty angst then middle aged angst then fuck-i-hate-my-kids-and-they-hate-me angst and my-career-is-useless angst and retirement angst and then we die in an angsty pit of angst, fuck. 

  • Gregory Costa

    I just look in the mirror each morning.

  • appl3

    WOW, you totally describe how I’ve been feeling…I’m still getting over a breakup.

  • Adamcrittenden

    Haiku #?

    The scratcher said I
    won a buck, but that’s not
    enough for dinner.

  • Melissa Messer

    Every line resonated. Damn it.

  • Luan Evert

    Depressed people have a hellova lot in common………scary

  • Anonymous

    This is so accurate.

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