Depression is just this phase everyone goes through in life, either short or long, severe or mild, and can be a result of many different things, circumstances, brain chemistry, nature, nurture, negative thoughts, diet, drug abuse, etc. and can usually be treated with clean living (exercise, diet, sleep) and cognitive behavioral therapy (fancy term for attitude adjustment) and/or medications, as well as a healthy balance of work (that you’re preferably proud of and at least don’t hate), family, and friends.
Wow I should write a textbook or something. That is if I did write regularly. What’s it been, oh wow March 9th, and damn I left on a shitty post. An Artsy fartsy poetic “And” post. Oh well. That was that, and this is this.
I’m in a good place right now. It’s safe to say I’ve successfully ventured past my life of pranks and matured into a cringe-free format of interviewing people (who’d have thought?) that I actually look forward to filming and editing, the way it should be. And lo and behold, I’m blessed as can be, people are liking them. I’m home free, for the next few years at least. There’s plenty of eclectic guests to let me into their world for a quick hour. It’s all coming together.
Also, I took a break from vlogging. I haven’t vlogged in a month or so, not consistently anyway, and I left it off with a perfect-Like-ratio’d “i’m in a mood” vlog of me just rambling in a canoe on Loon Lake, much like The One That Got Away. A final farewell ramble that included many important things I needed to get off my chest. A nice potential finish to lahwfextra and vlogs once and for all, leaving only the main channel to focus on making “cake, cream of the crop, quality content” for.
I keep saying I’m writing a book and stuff but I’ve only written little bits and pieces of a chapter here and another chapter there. Little notes in my phone. I haven’t really muscled through anything yet. I’m so terrified of writing, I can’t do it if I know it sucks and every time I do it, it’s just there in front of me, sucking, and it’s painful, so I stop. I’ll avoid it and do something else. But then it nags at me and I know I want to do it but I can’t, it’s very subtle. I’ll watch a movie in my apartment and it’s just there in the back of my head, nagging me. Write, Andrew, write. Fucking just do it. Then I’ll make a little progress by turning off the TV and at least picking up a book, but I’m still avoiding it. Then I’ll get tired and take a nap. I’ll wake up and Bonnie’s due for her tri-daily walk around the block so I’ll do that. We get back and I figure I might as well work out, shower, and Then I’ll write. I’ll be more awake and energized then anyway, exercise is important too. I get back from working out and I of course need to shower and then make myself a high-protein meal to help grow the muscles I just tore up so I’ll do all that. After that’s all done I check my phone, I check instagram for any new DMs, any comments, should I post a picture? E-mail, Twitter, I check the views on my latest videos, oh that’s right i need to buy a lint roller and rechargeable batteries and more apple cider vinegar off amazon, where I’ll then spend an hour or so shopping into rabbit holes, oh cool binoculars? I could use those on my balcony, *click*. I’m a little tired now, maybe I’ll now start to write something. Then Chad texts me, “wanna see this movie at 9:20pm?” I say sure and phew… that was a close one, almost had to write today. By the time I get home I’ll be too tired and will need to sleep. It’s better to have a well-rested mind for writing than a tired one anyway, this is the rational choice. I then watch Netflix for the next couple hours and then fall asleep.
Thanks For Reading,
Los Angeles, CA