I’m at the kitchen window watching Maki and Tyson who have just screamed and exited the trampoline in the backyard. I don’t know what depression is really and I could never claim to suffer from it but there are regular times in my life where I feel dull, listless, less motivated and more likely to focus on the horrors of the world: terrorism and plague and old age and death.
‘Well,’ I say to RM, as the clock wheezes past 11.30pm. ‘Looks like it’s that time again.’
I've been noticing some Aussie newspapers have been featuring studies claiming there's a recent shift in more people adopting traditional family practices. There's apparently less people choosing to stay in 'de facto' relationships, women are choosing to give up career ambitions for full time motherhood, and claims that the number of women keeping their own name after marriage is dropping.
You see that I'm ferocious, you see that I am weak
You see that I am silly, and pretentious and a freak
But I don't feel so strange for you... (RM)
~ Rescue Me, Madonna