Oasis Depression

I have always been interested in psychology. Yes, it was my minor as a misguided undergrad. In many bellwether articles from armchair psychologists, they cite as sign of depression.

Loss of interest in activities you enjoy.

I believe there comes a time when you realize you don’t like these activities anymore. To use a capitalist (another thing I don’t enjoy so much) measure: there are some activities that don’t return reward for the hours that are put into them. I realize we all have needs to do nothing. Our bodies and mind need this.  These are activities I used love but no longer partake.

Watching Football, most sport. I tried watching a Blazers game the other day and it as arduous.

Late Night television, I don’t ignore politics but that’s the last thing I need before going to bed.

Big Parties and big drinking – I know we get older, but FOMO is no longer a thing.

KINK- twenty-five years of living here and it has not changed. (It’s a radio station)

I never listen to the Counting Crows anymore.

We grow up, we evolve we create new brain activities.

Note: We always have to add in the subtle remnants of the COVID Era.

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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