define('DISALLOW_FILE_EDIT', true);
define('DISALLOW_FILE_MODS', true);
I remember reading something (how many sentences have I started with those words?) that considered the evolutionary function of depression in communities. The argument, IIRC, went like this: having a group that didn’t contribute as much as others while not consuming as much could be beneficial where food gathering was hazardous business. If everyone was chipper and full ‘o pep for potentially fatal hunts, you could possibly lose enough people that the commuity wouldn’t be able to reproduce itself. Tolerating the depressed in your community could give it an edge, and so whatever genetics components that contribute to depression or susceptibility to depression were preserved. I’m not sure if that’s the correct argument—let alone if I buy it—but it’s interesting to think about.
One thing that can rouse me temporarily from a bout of depression—at least long enough to yell at someone—is hearing something like, "Oh, things are fine—what do you have to be depressed about?" The answer, of course, is "That’s what DEPRESSION IS, you FUCKING PINHEAD." I hope you don’t have anybody like that around. But if you do…well, I figure wooden baseball bats will never go out of style. And if anyone asks, we were on IM and you were explaining Foucault to me.
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