[ WP ] A depressed person has wonderful things happen to them but they interpret them as bad things .

Diary entry 1. 
 
 Fuck today. I honestly do n't see the point anymore. Everyone else seems so happy to grind through and be a wage slave, but not me. I just want to get through with it till I win the lottery or die. Not sure which one I'd prefer. 
 
 My therapist suggested I write down my experiences and feelings, something about contextualisation and blah blah blah, fuck I hate that bullshit. Biggest fuck-up I ever met? A psychiatrist! Bunch of nutters just like me except they professionalised their madness. But oh well, I'll do what they say if the pills keep flowing. 
 
 Today was a shitty one. I fucking hate Tuesdays. Only thing worse than Tuesdays is every other day of the week. But today was a truly shitty Tuesday. I woke up on fucking time, must have remembered to set my alarm, so to my past self, I say `` Thanks Dickhead!'' 
 
 Since I woke on time, I had time to meander through the town on the way to the plant. Fucking savages. Ever looked around when you're walking? I mean, like; Headphones out, eyes up, brain switched **ON**. My advice? Do n't. I swear everyone floating around doing their thing, usually mundane, does n't do much for the'beauty of life'. People running around eachother never looking at their neigbour, buying some shit because it's 30 % off of 200 % too much as if they're beating the system. Not that I can say much, but at least I do n't pay Nike for the privilege of fucking advertising for them... And to top it off, some asshole saved me from Nirvana today! I mean I'm no zealot, I believe in Jesus or Muhammad about as much as I believe in a socialist utopia, which roughly translates to diddly squat, but I do believe in fucking chaos. This guy from a book I like had it when he said that'Every other question has an answer to why. Only 
 probability is inexplicable.' I like that. Which is why this asshole tickled me so. Almost got hit by a car on the way to work but Asshat pulled me back. Would n't have seen or heard it coming with my'phones in, would have been quick and inexplicable. And importantly, would n't have voided my insurance! Bastard. 
 
 Oh well. 
 
 So I'd missed my lay-in and my destiny all before I reached the plant, which should have set me up for the rest of the day, but silly old me had a nugget of optimism left. Went to the booth, sat down and started playing solitaire. Which is fucking ridiculous. Ca n't play free online games in work without a fist so far up my arse it's tickling my tonsils but feel fucking free to play the pre-installed solitaire all day. Ca n't complain I guess it's better than nothing. 
 
 So I sat down in my booth, must have been about 15 minutes, when the boss man comes up. So I did the customary grovel and waited for him to fly-off back to his perch, but instead he ordered me to head office. Must have seen the solitaire fucking sell-out. Up at head office I'm herded into a small waiting room with the rest of the cattle. Boss calls my name and I'm bundled into a room to be told about an exciting opportunity in some shithole city half way across the world called Malé, travel and expenses covered. 
 
 Obviously I told them where to shove it, I do n't want to move. Only thing I hate more than this city is everywhere else. And it must truly be a fucking shithole for them to offer to pay for me. I'm no fool. 
 
 

