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“As the room filled up, the dogs, intent on being part of the pack, would join as well, and excited by the party they were then attending, would wrestle with each other, or whomever they could find. So before long, I would be smothered in three kids and a couple of loud dogs, all in a room where I went, remember, to get away from the noise and chaos. This vexed me. Julie asked about the idea of setting boundaries, of simply saying, no, this door is closed. I'll see you all later. And, of course, that's the right thing to do. And of course, I knew that. What's stopping me, I explained, is that if I do that, then I'm putting myself ahead of my family. And that's wrong. Why does that feel wrong, she asked. Because then I'm a bad dad, I said.

I knew it was a distortion, but damn, it felt true. If I'm present for my kids, always looking them in the eyes, able and willing to engage in conversation any time of the day or night, then I'm not a bad dad. If not, then I'm a bad dad. It's of note that there is no clear path here to being a good dad, only a forestalling of bad-dadness.”
― John Moe, The Hilarious World of Depression

“I think it's important to explain that major depression is not even peripherally related to "sadness". Depression is the absence of emotion. I never cried during my darkest periods of depression. Crying would have been A HOLIDAY. It would have been FUCKING CHRISTMAS. A fight or a feeling of anger would have been AN EASTER EGG HUNT AT DISNEYLAND. I am vocal about my depression now because it was so fucking Satanically awful that I view it as one my life's primary missions to help other people understand and overcome it.

Depression kills people because in the normal weather patterns of human emotion over a day or a week or a decade, actual unipolar major depressive disorder doesn't appear. It's like The Nothing in The NeverEnding Story. It eats your anger, your sadness, your happiness, your testicle and/or ovaries.”
― Rob Delaney, Mother. Wife. Sister. Human. Warrior. Falcon. Yardstick. Turban. Cabbage.

“Too dumb to succeed, too honest to cheat.”
― Sincere Engineer

“לא נשאר כלום מחולצות הפולו הצהובות והוורודות של רלף לורן שרפי כל כך אהב ללבוש כאות להשתלבות המוחלטת שלו בבורגנות האירופית, כי לא קוברים אנשים בחולצות פולו, אלא בחליפות שחורות שתואמות את מצב הרוח המשוער של המוות”
― ניסן שור, הישראלי הנצחי