Ever get annoyed? Ever feel like someone needs to be told where the dog died? Or handed a crowbar and a tub of Elbow Grease to help them pry their head out of their arse? Congratulations--you've come to the right place.

And when I'm not commenting on the latest thing to piss me off, I'm trying to figure out my own twisted life. Because, hey, I'm like that.

On a gentler note: for anyone dealing with depression, anxiety, and other assorted bullshit: You are NOT alone.

And if you're looking for a laugh, search on the key word "fuckery." It's just my little thing (as the bishop said to the actress).

Monday, December 13, 2010

Blog Shog: Black Dog: Well, doesn't THAT just explain it all?

Well, here's a bit of non-information for those of us who deal with it...

http://tinyurl.com/2f8xamz

"Artists, entertainers, writers
These jobs can bring irregular paychecks, uncertain hours, and isolation. Creative people may also have higher rates of mood disorders; about 9% reported an episode of major depression in the previous year. In men, it’s the job category most likely to be associated with an episode of major depression (nearly 7% in full-time workers). 'One thing I see a lot in entertainers and artists is bipolar illness,' says Legge. 'There could be undiagnosed or untreated mood disorders in people who are artistic…. Depression is not uncommon to those who are drawn to work in the arts, and then the lifestyle contributes to it.'"

(Teachers are also on this list.)

A friend passed this link on to me and I had a dual reaction:

1. WELL, FUCKING DUH! Tell me something I don't know, ferchrissakes.
2. I need to print this out and share it with all the normos in my life--everyone who DOESN'T get it.
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