narrative? Thoughts in Depression
It’s been partially less than a week, possibly 3 or 4 days or so, since the announcement was made, and I find it to be more and more difficult to sleep at night. It’s odd, but I can’t help but to have the uneasy gut-feeling that 3 men are preparing, at 3 in the morning, to break into my room through my window and forcefully shampoo me against my will – but why? As I remind myself of the feeling, perhaps it was symbolism; the men were simply trying to do the world a favor by washing away from my head all of my pathetic writing ideas that remained with me. If so, they were good men with nothing but good intentions, and I could only hope they were planning to use good shampoo - Perhaps Head and Shoulders. They never showed up, however. Ostracism.
I sat at my kitchen table, alone, doing nothing but staring at a toaster. Half an hour passes by and I’ve remained dead-focused on the same toaster the entire time. Eventually, I found no purpose in the toaster, just as I found no purpose in life. Was this what my life has come to? Was my life equivalent to a toaster? I've had 10 years to do something with my life and I've accomplished just as little as a toaster? I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not a loser, like that toaster (Meanwhile, I’m being mentally bullied by a block of unplugged metal – not exactly part of the formula that makes a winner). As a matter of fact, this block of metal is at least capable of toasting bread. I become troubled and frustrated trying to spread the butter onto the toast. It’s official: Kitchen Appliance-1; Raymond-0. Regret.
Everything around me was so dull and gloomy - just the way I liked it, as it complimented my mood perfectly. Still, at a time like this, I feel a dying need to be mad at something. I look around for something aggravating. We're almost out of cupcakes. I looked up and pleaded to the Heavens in hopelessness, “When will this madness end?” Pessimism.
Does this excerpt make you want to read the rest of the story? Does it keep you entertained throughout? Does it make you think? Please be honest with your thoughts. Thank you!
It’s been partially less than a week, possibly 3 or 4 days or so, since the announcement was made, and I find it to be more and more difficult to sleep at night. It’s odd, but I can’t help but to have the uneasy gut-feeling that 3 men are preparing, at 3 in the morning, to break into my room through my window and forcefully shampoo me against my will – but why? As I remind myself of the feeling, perhaps it was symbolism; the men were simply trying to do the world a favor by washing away from my head all of my pathetic writing ideas that remained with me. If so, they were good men with nothing but good intentions, and I could only hope they were planning to use good shampoo - Perhaps Head and Shoulders. They never showed up, however. Ostracism.
I sat at my kitchen table, alone, doing nothing but staring at a toaster. Half an hour passes by and I’ve remained dead-focused on the same toaster the entire time. Eventually, I found no purpose in the toaster, just as I found no purpose in life. Was this what my life has come to? Was my life equivalent to a toaster? I've had 10 years to do something with my life and I've accomplished just as little as a toaster? I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not a loser, like that toaster (Meanwhile, I’m being mentally bullied by a block of unplugged metal – not exactly part of the formula that makes a winner). As a matter of fact, this block of metal is at least capable of toasting bread. I become troubled and frustrated trying to spread the butter onto the toast. It’s official: Kitchen Appliance-1; Raymond-0. Regret.
Everything around me was so dull and gloomy - just the way I liked it, as it complimented my mood perfectly. Still, at a time like this, I feel a dying need to be mad at something. I look around for something aggravating. We're almost out of cupcakes. I looked up and pleaded to the Heavens in hopelessness, “When will this madness end?” Pessimism.
Does this excerpt make you want to read the rest of the story? Does it keep you entertained throughout? Does it make you think? Please be honest with your thoughts. Thank you!