now, the attentive reader will notice i rarely use capital letters in this blog. i just don't like them. ok it may be comfortable for the eye to know where a sentence starts, but then again, i feel, it is not a necessity. it must be really hard for the germans, hitting the shift button every now and then in the middle of a sentence.
after this long introduction to the title, which is not a word, but an abbreviation, i have to confess my winter depression. the music that accompanies this confession is something by phillip glass. i don't know why they would play this music early in the morning. but i still haven't bonded with the cafe managers to interfere with their music choice.
so, that doesn't help the depression much.
lately i've been thinking, is personal satisfaction about what you do (read, write, make, think, look, sleep, eat) sufficient to make you feel worthwhile? or is it usually the other way around? where does the feeling of guilt fit in this equation? what are we really responsible of?
too many big questions. i guess it's better to admire my new trekking shoes and be grateful that my feet are no longer cold.
*seasonal affective disorder
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