Someday, after undergoing extensive psychotherapy and being completely cured of all propensity towards depression, I want to write about the experience calmly and rationally. Because it is very strange to be so inclined to rationalize everything all the time and then have these episodes where you are in a funk and you just can't get out, no matter what bit of logic you dig up to make sense of things. I'm much less likely to completely crash and burn, but I do feel like a different person right now. One without hope, joy, expectations, or the ability to successfully take care of herself.
Person I Am Interested In has been a huge help, thus becoming Best Person of 2009. Somehow, P.I.A.I.I. (Pia, for short) knows exactly what to say, and exactly how to respond to the admittedly shitty things that I sometimes say... It's a markedly different experience than, for example, being consoled (QUESTION MARK?) by Ex Boyfriend. And a breath of fresh air.
Anyway tomorrow is my first interview for a graduate program, and I'm more nervous about what I'm going to wear than about meeting people. I'm shallow like that.
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