I'm not doing too badly at the minute - as evinced by yesterday's post of yay - but I still wish little things like getting up, opening my front door, writing e-mails and so on weren't so godforsakenly hard when I'm depressed. It doesn't seem fair, and I can't help wondering when in the process of human evolution this particular thing first showed signs of being present - and why - and whether, actually, we're The Weak in evolutionary terms even though the characteristic that makes us The Weak isn't the usual, obvious, physical kind.
It's not a product of society. It's not to do with how I grew up. I was like this when I was seven. *Why*?
I'm also strangely upset by all the polyamory business in the press. When I work out why, I'll get back to you.