There are days where I really feel like killing this man. Today is one of them. After feeling suicidal for most of the day, I decided to distract myself and see what wisdom dear old Mr Cainer had to impart to me and this is what he said:

Some of life’s most important lessons have to be learned the hard way. Some processes have to be performed properly. Shortcuts compromise genuine quality. Remember that, please, as you now try to work out why a particular process is proving so stressful. There really has been no other way to get from A to B. And the good news? Mars and Pluto are finally completing their rare right-angle. You are, at last, nearing the successful conclusion to an arduous journey.

Like… errr… yes… that’s very helpful… I think. So, I guess, as long as I’m only feeling suicidal and not actually jumping off some high building or slitting my wrists or taking more pills than I can count, life will be fine. Or better at any rate. Or so he says…

Then I decided to take this stupid test again and guess what!?! I’ve improved my scores. I’m now a 60 which means:

You have the symptoms of severe depression. The condition seems to cause serious problems in your everyday life, and you should consult your doctor immediately.

Great! Another obvious answer. I could have told myself that without going through 18 inane questions that any half-intelligent nitwit could have second-guessed.

It’s another seven hours to bedtime. Do I go out looking for a doctor in this miserable grey weather or do I bunker down in bed blasting Barbra Streisand in my ears? Tough question, that one…

Posted on November 26th, 2003 by jl
Filed under: Life with a Heavy Heart