WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED:


Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures. Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.

One mood all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier..

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Dear Mumsi,

This week has been tough. I've been stressed about various things -- some rational and some not so much. A coworker got laid off yesterday, but I knew it was going to happen beforehand and I couldn't tell him. That wasn't fun. I had a wedding to rsvp to and I couldn't figure out whether to go or not. Then I realized I was late rsvping and felt bad about that. Work has been a bit busy and even irrational things (like things I need to remember to take care of in November and December) were stressing me out--and normally they wouldn't.

I had dinner with Isa and she was telling me that with what I’ve gone through perhaps the vulnerability or depression from that on top of regular life is too much. When I got home I kept wondering whether I was depressed (I don’t think I am). Then Alexi made it all make sense. He said that if I don’t let that feeling of despair win and take over, I’m in good shape. That is what coping is. If you let that feeling rule and become depressed and can't function--thats the bad way of handling all this. Anyhow, he made me realize that I am handling you not being around really well, but that if I have a one day or one set back where some usually non stressful things happen to stress me out, then take it and deal. I know that life goes on. It is different.. but it doesn’t stop. That said, the timing of Hannah's trip could not be better. She arrives this evening. I know one hug from her and I won't be stressed at all anymore. She has magical powers like that.

On Wednesday I had a real moment of ‘I miss you’. That’s not to say that I don’t miss you all the time.. but that was briefly one of those sucker punch me in the gut you’re gone moments. I walked out of my doctors appointment and I told dad on gmail chat that he could call me. Being the awesome dad that he is, he did. However, it wasn’t the same. He’s not you. He’s just as awesome—but different. I guess I associate taking meds or getting doctors results with then calling you and talking it through and while dad is the best daddy I could ever wish for, he’s not mommy and so he doesn’t say what you would have. Nobody will say what you would say--not even your sister or mom. I take comfort in the fact that in my mind, I know what you would say.

The silly part is that if I had been able to call you, you’d likely scold me for smoking and tell me to make sure I take my meds on time (and I’d likely sigh and be annoyed because surely the responsible 27 year old that I am can handle swallowing a pill twice a day and you do not have to worry about that). You’d be proud to know that Hannah really stepped up though. When I told her this was one of those times I miss you, she started googling for me, reassuring me, being concerned, and basically did what you would have done. She is so amazing.

Anyhow, I'm at work and I better get my day here started. I have to recalculate the budget sheet from April onwards. You know me and math..  I have been procrastinating this all week--however, if I want to pick up Hannah on time I better get cracking. Wish me luck!

I miss you oodles and love you tons.
Love always

~n.