Posted in March 2006

A constant battle.

I would not necessarily say that a battle I am constantly fighting is one against depression; while it is something I have dealt with a few times in my life, I do not believe it is something that is always working against. This is something that I am definitely thankful for; I cannot imagine what it would be like to really live my entire life dealing with the difficulties of depression.
I think that what I tend to struggle with more is just… a lack of balance. I love to be happy, but often times when things are going good, I start to add more and more to my proverbial plate, to the point where I stop being able to take care of the different responsibilities I have served myself. Usually when this happens, I reach a breaking point, and I end up ditching too many good things. When this happens, I start getting bored and start doing useless things. This is the point that I am at right now.

I alluded to this at the beginning of the post, but again, I would honestly not say that I am depressed right now, I am just frustrated with how things are going. When I first cut my hours down at work, it was real nice, but now that the initial benefits have worn off, I am finding myself wasting time. What is probably the most frustrating thing is that I can not look back on my day and say exactly what I was doing with my time. Even when I am able to name the things that I have done, usually I am not happy with those activities.

Something else that I have once again realized is that one of the easiest ways to bring yourself down is to bring another person down by talking about them. This is something that I have known for a while but allowed myself to do… and honestly, being in the know is not always all that it is cracked up to be, this is an example of an activity that does not please me to look back on.

The problem with my schedule getting unbalanced is that my happiness starts to waver. This causes my motivation to get thrown off, and then even though I have loads of extra time, I do not do the things that need to get taken care of. My eating habits also go to hell, which I am sure also affects my mood.

Because I know myself well enough, I know that continuing in this way will eventually lead to depression, and this is something that is completely worth all efforts to avoid.

I need to get all aspects back on track, which is something that I am planning on starting (with help from others as well as a little… “divine intervention”) basically… tonight. Well tomorrow. Because right now I need to sleep because the general public likes for their Barista’s to wake up early enough to feed their coffee and bagel addictions.

Expect more zealous entries in the near future!

le sigh

I think I killed the re-launch of this website before I even let it really get started.

Things are boring, I am bored. I think I am going to ask for another day at work because I am starting to depress myself sitting around all day.

I should be hearing from colleges soon. I need to take a trip away, I want to fly out to New York again. I wish clearing my head did not have to cost so much.

Oklahoma!

I kind of sort of hate it when I am wrong and/or when a group of people thinks that I am wrong about something, when in reality it is just a matter of opinion. And then I hate when it is a group of friends who is doing it, because I think they know how much I hate to be wrong and how I will get riled up over small and really stupid things just to show that I am right. But then I wonder if they actually do not realize how much it bothers me. Do people think I like the challenge of showing that I am not wierd for liking something? Or, are my friends trying to demonstrate what it is that I do to people… sort of giving me a taste of my own medicine to show that it sucks? I am not sure. I just hate when things feel like it is Esther vs. Everybody Else. But even more than that, I hate that I get so bothered.

I do not make sense. If I actually explained what this is all about, I can almost guarantee that everybody would agree that it is stupid. So I will not get into that. But I guess this brings on a list of confessions on my part.

  • Most of my friends have similar opinions as me on big important topics, so I hate when among friends, people think that my taste in music, clothes, movies, television, or food suck. It should not matter, but it really does bother me. If it is a stranger, I could care less.
  • I hate getting made fun of. Especially over little things. I hate when people insult/make fun of me for liking 10 Things I Hate About You, tacky clothes (beads and stuff. I know.), The Cure, Gilmore Girls, It’s a Grind coffee, my blog reading, the way that I like my food, and various other things.
  • I hate that I do this to people. I make fun of their crap music, dumb television, “untasteful” (in my opinion) clothes, the way they talk… I hate that I cannot take it when the things that I do to other people are done back to me.
  • I hate that the people I want most to read this probably will not.
  • I really wish that people would just step away from my favorite things. :-(

How childish did I sound right there? Haha. Very! Because of this…

  • I hate that I get into immature moods like this!

Anyway. Tonight I went to see the musical Oklahoma! at my old high school. I used to play in the orchestra pit for these musicals and they were always fun to be a part of. Even though I know very few people in the orchestra and even fewer people on stage these days, it is nice to go back to these things. Apart from the trips (Las Vegas, Astro Camp, Catalina Island, Monterey, San Francisco) that I was able to go on because of the programs I was in, the musicals were the only things that I truly enjoyed about high school. When I look back on high school, I do not like the person who I was; my past attitudes and behaviors are things that I have been trying to deal with lately. Even if tonight’s production was not the best musical I have ever seen, it made me glad to realize that my work with music was something that I tended to enjoy and something that I can be proud of. It was the one thing that, despite some embarassment at the time, I stuck with. It was the one thing I did not pretend to like. It was the one thing that I did to impress nobody but myself. It is the one thing that I wish I dedicated more time to back then, the one thing from high school that I wish I still did.

violin!

Just in case you were wondering, I also hate when people make fun of the way I edit my pictures. Just kidding.

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