For every high there is a low.
So, what makes me depressed. I can safely assure you the entire book Deathly Hallows is one depressing chunk of literature. Now, when I first read it from 1 to 6 AM on July 21st I didn't cry. Mainly because I was to tired to fully comprehend what each word meant. And partially cause I stopped before the really sad stuff happened.
Here lies Dobby, a free elf.
*sobs*
Freeeeeeeeed.
*cries*
COLIN CREEVY.
*uncontrollable hysterics*
No, Jo. What's wrong with you. No one dies in a wizarding war. THEY DON'T. They're wizards. Noooo. That whole book put you in a depression for days on end until you pick up the first book. *swoons* Oh, the first book. But, to sad things.
Weirdly enough I don't think I get sad mentally, only physically. Like whenever someone dies I don't feel sad. They died. It's natural. It's spiritual. It's fine. But, everytime we get to the point of goodbye it's a water work. When my grandma died over the course of 15 steps I went from calm, and collected to a blubbering mess in front of everyone I know. I sat there like:
'C'mon, what just happened? Stop crying. Really, if you hyperventilate like this you'll pass out. Calm down. No, really. Body, you're freaking me out. Stop it.'
It's weird. I totally accepted it would happen mentally but, the innate human emotions still took over. Matter over mind. Some of my cousins looked fine. Like it was a usual thing. I was torn between yelling at them and asking them how they could do that. I hoped it was because they bawled uncontrollably yesterday. Who knows.
So, let's see. Deathly Hallows and, death. Kind of. Not really. Jo, has definitely (along with going to Catholic school) turned me into a very accepting person of death. Thinking about it isn't sad. I didn't bother telling people my grandma died. Just because I knew they'd be sad cause it was a death. She was a great person and if they read about her in a book they'd be amazed but, in this context they feel like death is a bad thing. It isn't though. We can't just think 'They're gone. Feel sad.' there has to be more put into it than just what we think we have to do.
This just turned into a monologue on death, not sadness. For another day.
KCTW
