There has been depression, marital distress, and other stuff happening. None of which I felt like blogging about particularly. So I revert back to the daily prompt document I have. The silly prompt for the day I checked (almost a week ago) was "Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?"
This question has been percolating/swirling/brewing in my mind for a while. For someone who experiences depression on a regular basis, this is a ridiculous question. The glass is half-empty obviously. But that doesn't even begin to capture what is really going on with that glass. That glass is filling up with a black ink. No ink is way too clean and leaves the water ore or less intact. It's a thick black sludge. It's polluting that crystal clear water. It's starting to corrode that glass. You've got no choice but to drink that shit. Drink it down. It's disgusting. You hate it. You need to keep a happy face the whole time as it destroys your insides. All you want to do is to go to bed to somehow deal with the after effects of that crap. But you can't... you're supposed to go about your daily business while the rest of the world wonders whether the glass is half full or half empty.