Emoness

Today's blog is a vague blog, without really much thread, but that's pretty much the sort of mood I'm in. Previously, you've seen me writing full scaled articles on whichever topic I feel completely strongly about at that time, but today I just don't feel particularly strongly. The fuzzy numbness which seems to even force down the sides of your lips has overcome me.

In my first blog, I mentioned that blogs can be 'the rantings of a teenage girl', or something along those lines. This is that side of 'Just Another Bl*gging Day'.

Over the last few days, I've been feeling depressed and frequently on the verge of tears. I've had to act coldly my boyfriend, sometimes, just because I don't want to see him affected by my own problems. 'Problems'? Problems suggests something that can be dealt with, or a traumatic incident. This is more a case of 'emo'.

I'm sure there are thousands of 'emos' with actually horrific problems, and thousands that keep to the stereotype without ever feeling upset or even being tempted to buy a razor blade for anything other then shaving. The standard stereotype is, however, that 'emos' are depressed, suicidal and live in higher-class, almost flawless upbringings.

Don't instantly label this as hypocritical. First appearances can be deceiving. A great novel, Veronica Decides To Die, makes a good point about this; when there is danger in a community, stress will rise but depression and suicide will decline. You only ever feel depressed when you have the option to be depressed.

Little doses of unhappiness and trauma can actually be beneficial, although you'd probably disagree when you're going through that.

This is why I'm always very cautious when my life is seemingly going perfect: A loving boyfriend, a good potential future, an escape plan, and a fast approaching birthday. No wonder I feel so depressed.