I did a quick mental count tonight, and realised that I know something on the
order of 10 or so depressed people. And there are all people who are
relatively close to me. And they have various reasons to be depressed…
don’t get me wrong, I think they all have every right to be miserable. But I
wish I could do something about it.

I guess it’s hard to have your voice heard when people are making themselves
upset. It’s difficult to compete with someone’s mulling about their
situation. I’ve been there. It took me two blooming years to get over a
breakup, once. So I can appreciate the “realness” of the feelings. It’s a
difficult thing to master, maybe.

So, with that said, I feel sorta guilty that I’m pretty much having a
teriffic time, running around, working on cool projects, meeting cool people,
getting lots of respect and going to parties. It’s hard to have fun when a
bunch of your friends and family are miserable.

So I’m on a quest, now. Gotta cheer a whole lot of people up, and soon. I’ve
heard more people utter vaguely morbid self-destructive things in the past
few days than I have in two years.