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I miss my best friend. 

life is literally not as fun without the shit we did. 

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So, in the middle of everything today, we ran across a hellaciously distressed momma mallard and a bunch of her baby ducks that had fallen down a sewer grate. Another guy was already trying to fish them out, so my friend and I called animal control before we tried to fish the rest of them out. When Animal Control got there, we had all of them out and the mother duck quacking very happily. I was surprised - none of us got snapped at or hurt. I was even holding onto a bag at one point that had all of them in it and she just watched me. 

I love how the duck is perched on the guy’s butt

I’M SO HAPPY

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When I do myself in,  nobody will know.   It’ll be a Friday though,  so there’s the two days of no work to make sure I’m really truly gone.   But yeah.  It’ll be a silent job.  

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“Asymmetric warfare is war between belligerents whose relative military power differs significantly, or whose strategy or tactics differ significantly. “Asymmetric warfare” can describe a conflict in which the resources of two belligerents differ in essence and in the struggle, interact and attempt to exploit each other’s characteristic weaknesses. Such struggles often involve strategies and tactics of unconventional warfare, the weaker combatants attempting to use strategy to offset deficiencies in quantity or quality “

 

Depression is like asymmetrical warfare.

When it first started I really had no idea what was wrong with me,  and had no clue what was going on.  I used to be able to overcome it easily.    But my depression took a great turn in 2006-2007 when I moved.  It started attacking my confidence,  my self-consciousness and the fact I’ve never been good enough for any girl or good enough for my parents or good enough in general.  It made me feel worthless and horrible.   I used to have a lot of friends in Grade 10-11 and it made what was the initial stages of depression easy to manage and deal with.   Moving changed that.  And it’s been like that since 2007.   It’s been me…alone.  I went from being the stronger side to being the weaker side.   I can’t get through a day without feeling like shit.   Without looking at couples going “that’ll never be me again”.    Without looking at the life I live and how empty and broken it is.   And how depression has sapped every ounce of motivation to change that.   Depression as a thing has the advantage in quality and quantity.  I try to offset that as best I can but it adapts and changes to head me off at every turn.   And I’m running out of options.  It’s hard to live like this.   Which is…..proving to be a strategy in itself if I can mentally ready myself for it.