It’s hard to say when the depression began. It just appeared one winter’s morning like an unexpected lunatic boarding your bus. And though you held your breath and tried not to stare as the lunatic made his way down the aisle with his carrier bags and Sony Walkman on full flipping blare, deep in your heart you just knew - you just knew - a matter of course, that he’d sit next to you. And so you hold on tightly and gasp for air, as you take the ride of your life with a grinning lunatic on the seat next to you.
I've had many a rides like this.
Posted by: kathy | July 24, 2006 at 03:50 PM
I wonder if I should tell you about the lunatic who was peeing in the middle of town as my mother and I drove by...I closed the car windows real fast...
Posted by: guyana-gyal | July 24, 2006 at 04:24 PM
yes...and you know, no matter how still or small you can make yourself be, the lunatic freak is still gonna end up in the seat next to you...
enough to make one stay home on some days...
Posted by: laurel | July 24, 2006 at 11:07 PM
obviously the only solution is to be weirder than the grinning lunatic so he won't dare sit beside you.
Posted by: kermit | July 25, 2006 at 01:26 AM
This is a REALLY LOVELY piece of writing.
Posted by: Cheerful One | July 25, 2006 at 02:11 AM
Kermit - the solution is to except his strange ways.
Cheerful one - tar [and the next one will have 99 words]
Posted by: andre | July 25, 2006 at 03:10 AM
I'd rather take the ride with the lunatic than the man MASTURBATING in front of me on the number 8
Posted by: Lucie | July 25, 2006 at 03:49 AM
I think depression was always coming for me - a family history, you see - and it was simply a matter of time before it sought me out. No matter how loudly I told it to go away, it wouldn't listen and has now been with me sporadically for some 15 years. Sometimes when it's hiding, I wonder where it's gone and when it will be back. But it always is.
Posted by: thecatgirl | July 25, 2006 at 04:15 AM
It happened when I was about 11 and then my first suicide attempt when I was 12. The insomnia began around the same time, too.
Posted by: El Diablo De Verde | July 25, 2006 at 04:50 AM
I haven't suffered from depressiona dn i still fear lunatics sitting next to me on the bus.
Damn my kind face!!
Posted by: Celeste | July 25, 2006 at 05:49 AM
Accept the lunatic's kind offer of sharing his earphones with you! That is all he wants to do :(
Posted by: Sany | July 25, 2006 at 08:44 AM
i usually try to hide under the duvet and then cross my fingers that it doesn't see me.
Posted by: gilmic | July 25, 2006 at 09:25 AM
Depression is CCTV camera looking at everything happening on the bus and not reacting to anything.
Posted by: Steel and Sapphire | July 26, 2006 at 08:31 AM
everyone has their own manifestation of depression. mine feels like being sucked down into a black abyss where it's like watching your life on TV on slowmotion and underwater.
The lunatic visits me ocassionally though, usually in the middle of the night.
Posted by: Camille | May 19, 2007 at 07:52 AM
I am Stan, first time reader, first time comentor, and may I say that I love your work, whoever you are. By the way are you an INFP (Myers Briggs personality type)? As for depression, think of it as a friend, who never leaves and in a way you are hopping that he doesn't as now you are very close.
Posted by: Stan | June 12, 2007 at 10:00 AM