funk.......

ok, so i have borrowed the following words from salon.com....one of the letters in the life section........i could not have said it better.....

Is it possible these days to be sad, not depressed? Is it defensible to have regrets, not symptoms? Can one have an honest funk, once, without jeopardizing everything? Should I buy a happy face and plaster it to my brow?

i can sympathize.....in my midlife hormonal and imbalanced state.....i can say honestly that is it ok to be sad but not depressed......wasn't the old term for this...melancholy........or some such....more of a pensive reverie rather than a medicatable condition.....completely separate from the descriptive of worrywort......or a gloomygus.....certainly not suicidal like ophelia....or driven to selfdestruction like hamlet.....or hopeless like virginia woolf....the scene(s) in the hours where virginia plunks the stones in her pockets and wades out into the river is chilling to me......maybe the closest i can imagine to doing myself in.....somehow nicole kidman made the act look surreal and not pathetic........i have been in a semi-sad state ever since it was pointed out....in so many words.....that what i write is not interesting......and i suppose that is true..to a point.....but i like to describe this blog.....and the life that inspires it.....as my little life.....and i happen to enjoy my little life....inspite of my current funk.......a condition that could easily be cured by the advent of travel......foreign travel, preferably.....and this shall come to pass sooner rather than later......just not in this calender/tax year......but next year......i think a trip somewhere is in order......purely medicinal....and infinitely better than the alternative........