I don't know what was said to me, but I was in a bad mood when I drew this. Although I enjoy receiving criticisms (from the growth perspective), it does tend to depress me a bit. I rely too much on others for my self worth. I think most people do.
This is an ode to the dark and hairy pit of depression. I took a dip in it last week. Luckily it passed and except for a small headache, today is a good day.
I've been on a tear lately with new Horribles. The size of my queue has become almost unbearable. I need to share my fruit with the peeps.
It's been a while since I was stuck in the muck of depression. In these sunny times, I forget what it feels like. That's a good thing.
We're off to Victoria, B.C. this weekend to celebrate the Julies birthday. We're even taking a boat.
It's not a cruise (thankfully) but a boat to get us from point A to point B. Cruises scare me. Too many people in too small of a space with too much fake happiness. It's the introvert in me: cruises are designed for happy-go-lucky extroverts--people who consider meeting new people in strange environments an enjoyable and energy-providing experience. I hate those people.