No, not me. Well I am sort of back, since I haven't posted anything in a couple weeks, because the sun started shining, the mud dried up, and people started calling me about riding my horses, resulting in me being outside instead of in the house typing -- and that's all good. Nope, I mean, Allie Brosh is back, sort of, mostly. There's a new post up on Hyperbole And A Half.
It's brilliant. I don't know if everybody out there will get it, but I do. I had my own protective exoskeleton, and I've been sick and tired of normal people with reasonable emotions being positive AT ME and I've had a dried up corn moment in my life. Just go read it, it'll make sense... although if it doesn't make sense, well, I guess you can breathe a sigh of relief that none of this depression crap makes any sense to you.
I'm waiting for her book to become a real thing, and I'll wait as long as she needs.
Hey, did I ever tell you that I made a decision to live? First it was because the active decision to die was too damn difficult and overwhelming. Then I actually DECIDED that I'm going through with this life thing. No matter how hard it is or seemingly impossible. I had to decide it every day, several times a day, for a few years.
Looking back, it was a very good series of decisions.
This is the second year in a row that it's spring and I don't feel horrible.
And guess what? I've got people in my life who love me. For real. That's pretty damn awesome.
Soon I'll show you how purty my horses looked when I let them out on pasture for the first time last week and also Johnny Depp apparently is actually for real in a cowboy type movie, which will obviously result in me being insane in a very interesting way. See ya soon, cowpunks.