Monday, September 25, 2006 The Recluse...*

The Recluse...*

The end of September is generally the time I enter the corridor of sorrow. Traditionally this is the time of year when I am haunted by the memories of sadness past and repressed feelings of pain and loss. I think that occasionally wallowing in ennui can be cathartic.

If you happen to spot a girl with unshed tears in her blue eyes and a journal full of memories, give her a tissue and remind her that it is only seasonal.

*Song by Cursive


Blogger Doug said...

At first I thought you said "can be Catholic."

Sorrow has a charm to both the carrier and the host.

October is right around the corner, clear blue and hypo-allergenic.

10:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was once bit by a spider that crawled into bed with me. It was a nasty bite: it hurt and stung and a big red welt appeared. I caught the spider. It was brown and had markings that, to my panicked eye, looked like a violin. So I called poison control and told the man that I thought I'd been bit by a brown recluse.

"Where was the spider?" he asked.

"In my bed," I said.

"A brown recluse wouldn't crawl into bed with you," he said. "They're reclusive." And he hung up.

11:12 PM  
Blogger Cup said...

And I'll hand you a shot of tequila. Sorry to hear it's your season for the blues.

5:05 PM  
Blogger AWG said...

I love Cursive! Great post, A-A.

8:22 PM  
Blogger Doug said...

Kevin, that's a pretty good story.

8:49 PM  
Blogger Dale said...

I'll have a tissue ready but help me by letting me know if you're coming to Toronto so I don't have to look too hard. :-)

I'm laughing my ass off by the way at Kevin M's comment.

9:13 PM  
Blogger One Wink at a Time said...

Anomie, I get reflective and introspective this time of year. I do get a little mournful too, but pretty much just because of the passing of summer and the onset of winter coming so quick. This is my favorite time of year though, for the smells and the crisp air and the mood that the beautiful colors sets. I'm more apt to feel the sorrow in the midst of winter when I'm longing to shed all those layers of clothes and feeling the effects of lack of sunlight.

4:41 PM  
Blogger inkyhack said...

I've only recently managed to get my depression cycles under control. It's terrible to feel them coming on, but for me, it was a combination of a lot of therapy, exercise and a change in diet that did it.
However, I still get introspective from time to time and have a difficult time of it around my birthday and in June, both for personal reasons.
I once had an editor who would get terribly depressed every fall and stay that way until the next Spring. After years of different diagnosis and suicide attempts, he finally found a doctor who gave him a uv lamp and told him to sit under it for an hour a day during the fall and winter. It worked like a charm. Turned out to be a sunlight thing.

10:07 AM  
Blogger poppedculture said...

A-A, your blog breaks my heart some times. Just remember, this too shall pass.

1:02 AM  
Blogger Sebastien Millon said...

Yeah, I understand that feeling, especially when I lived in Chicago, fall was always sad because you knew shorter daylight hours and insane cold was coming. Now that I'm back in Phoenix, it's pretty much constant sunlight all the time, so that seasonal thing doesn't nail me so much.

Although, when I lived in Chicago, I found that when I biked around in winter, as hard as it was, it helped crush the sad winter blues.

4:41 PM  
Blogger G said...

Haha Kevin. That of course reminds me of the Groucho Marx line: "Last night I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got there, I'll never know."

Allright annoying attempts at cheering you up. I don't really mean it, I hate when people do that to me. Oh just in case, what color is your journal?

11:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and see G? *my* favorite Groucho line is: "I've had a perfectly wonderful evening but this wasn't it."

sorry your allergies are giving you grief... hopefully the skies *and* your sinuses will clear up soon! xox

5:37 PM  

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