The man across the street is running his leaf blower again. He wanders back and forth with that motor attached to his back and basically makes a lot of noise.
Considering the fact that it is sopping wet outside, he's not getting much done. He does end up kicking up a lot of water. Which tends to piss off passersby.
People do that sometimes. Act without thinking much.
I do.
I've been hearing lately about how surfing the internet encourages depression.
And frankly, I can imagine why it would. I mean, for all of the wonder intrinsic to worldwide interconnectivity, in the end you're still sitting in front of a box, alone.
People published online tend to look excited, connected, happy, together, and full of life.
You, on the other hand, look less than glamorous sitting there in front of your computer.
You've got bags under your eyes.
Your face is pale.
So I recommend a two-step recovery process.
First, find someone to connect with. A real-live person. Even a group of people. There are a lot of ways to do this. One is to post a message at ordinary.
Second, do your connecting quickly, and then get away from your computer. Turn it off. Go outside. Let the rain soak your hair. Jump in a pile of leaves.
Better yet, call an old friend and tell them to meet you at a park.
Swing.
