There are a few upsides to depression. For example, should you read embarrassing trend pieces with headlines like, “Why Single Women Need To Shut Up,” you are awash in a tidal of gratitude. No need to read it all the way through like myself and the ladies at Shakesville did, it can easily be reduced to single sentences like, “I’m so afraid of the ocean of lack inside of me that I can’t stand to be by myself,” or “Because I hate myself and other women, I’m 99% sure everyone else does too.”
At least I am not that. That is what I am thinking. “Love is the ultimate narcissism,” eh? At least it is when you love like that.
If your happiness is hinged on another person, you will always be disappointed. If your solitude is consumed by longing for another, just a body, just anybody, you can’t face yourself. If you refuse the possibility that someone may exist or be whole without somebody else to hold their hand, you need to take a vacation. To the ends of the earth.
All by your self.
