Posts Tagged ‘Depression’

In which The Gay Recluse watches teevee. There are times when we cannot believe how long we’ve been alive, and concurrently, how long — assuming a regular life span — we still have to go. Though admittedly it’s a thought that most often arrives during an afternoon meeting at work, it also crosses our mind […]

In which The Gay Recluse wonders when the fog will burn off. Lately it seems that every morning we wake up in a fog. And we feel sort of hopeless, because even though logic dictates otherwise, we wonder if this will be the day that the fog is permanent. And we’ll never see the sky […]

In which The Gay Recluse confronts the reality of the past through the eyes of the present. We recently found out that one of our nephews was having “trouble” at college. One day he woke up and realized that he couldn’t get out of bed. So he stayed there for a week, until someone called […]

In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Paul Krugman/Partying Like It’s 1929 The Short Version: We’re fucked, the only question is exactly how much. In his words: “The financial crisis currently under way is basically an updated version of the wave of bank runs that swept the nation three generations […]