Thursday, February 19, 2009

My view on depression

They say that depression is a chemical imbalance of the brain. but what if it was actually a chemical balance?
That the normal amount of endorphins in the brain is high enough to stop you from seeing the negative and actual aspects of what makes the world the mostly negative place it is today. When you have depression it feels as if its you who can see the truth behind the loop,
Kind of like in the matrix movie when everybody is living in a superficial reality where people seem to instinctively click into place like clockwork. Apart of instinct would be to get on with things, eat breakfast, go to work, finally get a break, back to work, then go home and sleep. not realizing the monotonous routine life has turned into, but instead, taking great satisfaction from that feeling they get at the end of the day for constantly moving around. not taking a second to think....
They all fit into that part of instinct so that you can get on with things.

Its when your doing everything like everyone else and there's an inkling at the back of your mind, like a loose thread, and the fabricated reality starts getting pulled and unfurls from underneath the surface of your mind, that makes you start to question.
and suddenly, it feels like you've been ripped out of the vacuum tight loop, and your in the world with everyone else but everything is different..
faces change from the way they wear there makeup to the vacant stare.. the human stare.
and everyone starts to look the same, talking to themselves in groups.
everyones talking to themselves within the loop, and no one but you seems to be out of it.

its sort of like the song "people are strange - the Doors"


People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone
Women seem wicked when youre unwanted
Streets are uneven when youre down
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone

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