the Black Dog

I'm a regular guy and most days, I'm pretty okay. Some days, I battle depression. I've always been fond of Winston Churchill's reference to this as his "black dog" - proof to me that even great men battle their demons and that a productive and even happy life is not impossible with the occasional bout with the Black Dog. Here then is where I battle mine.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

And so again

So, I just ran into a fellow who almost hired me and managed to blow a nice opportunity to visit. I just am too focused on the end goal - I suck at socializing pleasantly and making small talk. I just wish I was a smarter, better person.

How am I going to do better if I can’t stop being the same?

And ran into is a bit of nonsense. I saw where he was and walked past him as though I had just seen him. Bullshit is its own reward I suppose.

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