Mums and science fiction.

Not really a depressive post this one, but its something that even I found mildly amusing. Both my mum and I got really into the mini series 'LOST'. We hired box set after box set and went through five seasons in the space of around a month and a half. We would watch no less than two episodes an evening and sometimes up to four. Now considering that sci-fi is something that has never been on my mum's radar I was really impressed with her -- especially when you consider that her normal staple of TV consists of nothing more exciting than Corrie, or Emmerdale.

Anyway after watching two seasons in quick succession and now onto the fourth episode of the ever weirder and hard to follow third season I could see that she was beginning to lose interest. Half way through the episode she stands up and leaves the room announcing that she is going make a cup of tea. I do the decent thing and turn the DVD player off partly so my mum wont miss anything but mainly so I wont have to go through the ordeal of trying to explain to her what has happened -- learned from a bad experience trying to explain to her the story of 'Back to the future two', which really is a story in itself.

While my mum is in the kitchen making tea I flick through the channels and start watching 'The Lord of the Rings' which is being shown on channel four. My mum comes back into the living room, hands me my cup of tea and sits down. We watch as Bilbo and company are pursued through the Mines of Moria ending with Gandalf battling the Balrog. At this point my Mum declares "oh this is getting silly now" and leaves the room -- believing that we were still watching LOST. I like to think of her at work the next day, chatting on her coffee break with her workmates. "I was watching that LOST at the weekend and it started getting a bit too weird. It was ok until the wizard had a fight with the fiery monster".....

Taming the black dog -- pt 6

No real title to this one. Just wanted to jot my thoughts down really. Moved back home with my mum which does not seem as much of a failure as i had first anticipated. Started on medication -- coming up to about ten days and feeling a slight buzz of improvement. Had a job interview and touchwood will hopefully be back in work in a matter of weeks. How anyone can enjoy being on long term benefits, doing nothing but stay at home watching TV is beyond me. I do believe that the reason TV is so shit during the day is a government ploy to try and make people think that maybe it's best for them to get a job.

When I first took a bit of time off it was great -- like when I was a kid and had managed to fool my mum into thinking I was ill. That was always great until about two thirty pm and I began to realise that my mates would be home soon -- playing football in the park, and I would not be allowed out and in fact would be put to bed early in a bid to sweat out the disease that only this morning had had me near deaths's door. This is how I feel now. The novelty of being off is well worn out and now I need to rejoin normality, which is strange as only a few weeks ago I was convinced that normality was the thing making me depressed. Also joined the gym, beginning to eat healthier and doing lots of meditation. My inner voice thinks this is reason to label me a pussy, oh to be free of critique.