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On my way home from a long conversation with a friend, I was suddenly reminded of The Five Stages of Depression and Death. As this was contrary to the conversation we had, it came as a surprise. Why the sudden shift? Maybe writing about it would help me figure out the great mystery.

What are the stages?
Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.

What am I thinking now?
I'm thinking that it is odd that Depression is the fourth stage of depression (and death). That is like saying that lace is a layer of lace and silk. Hmmmm. That sort of makes sense. I'm better with garments.

How am I feeling?
I'm feeling restless. During times like these, I think it is nice to have a stranger (with a decent brain) around to talk to. It is never complicated to talk to a stranger, mainly because they have an open mind. Plus they really don't give crap about what you are talking about--this means that they ask the right questions. Like why and how.

What is happening?
No idea.

Anything that relates to death or depression happen lately?
Someone died. I was not particularly close to her. We shared a few smokes, laughs and maybe stories once upon a time. She died. Car accident. I was dumbstruck. I thought to myself, she can't die, she is too much like me. It could have been me. No. I'm not panicking. I was just suddenly reminded that death is real. Real.

Is there a point to this entry?
I don't think so.

inert element

I had a dream that I was being Punk'd. No, it was not by Ashton. I guess I should have said ala Punk'd instead. It was a bunch of people I know, not really close friends, like I said, people that I know. I won't go into much detail except that it involved crying, shouting and monologues. True to my waking self, my dream self just watched and gave no words, no reaction, not even acknowledgment.

I could almost hear my Mom saying "Are you hearing this? Say something, say anything. Geez. Make a sound. Fine. Arch an eyebrow. No?". Seriously, one would think that I just came out of a coma.