Things are slow here on the blogging end. My wardrobe continues to incite rage in me whenever I attempt to put together an outfit, and yesterday I received yet another rejection from a job I interviewed for. I really need to teach myself not to get my hopes up every time I have an interview; it just feels that much worse when I end up not getting the job.
Excuse me for a bit of melancholy today. I'm a day and a half behind on my lovely anxiety/depression medication, due to the incompetence of Medvantx. Let me tell you guys, if you happen to decide to have your medication mailed to you through Medvantx, don't do it. They are a huge pile of fail.
I'm wearing: Target skirt and shoes, F21 belt, Old Navy tank top, great-grandmother's necklace.
If you're wondering why I would talk about my anxiety and depression on my blog, and why on earth I'd mention that I take medication for such a thing, well... to be honest, I kind of like to get that out of the way when getting to know people (like you, dear readers). I feel like it's a big part of who I am, and I don't mean that in a totally emo way! I've had chronic, mild depression since high school, as far as I can remember, and anxiety for probably my whole life (thanks Mom! ♥). For a long time, the sadness gave me a gift for expression that I don't think I would have been able to tap into were I a happy-go-lucky social butterfly. Some of my best writing was done while in the throes of depression. Not that I miss it, now that I'm on medication and more functional as a human being (and yes, I still get depressed every once in a while). But it does make me less expressive than I used to be. I think that's why so many great artists and writers were depressed, suicidal, alcoholics, or addicts. There's something about sadness and art that go hand in hand. I kind of like it that way. Maybe I'm just crazy, though.
Don't think I'm being emo, here. Greg would say I am, but he's anti-emo and doesn't quite understand or approve of expressive emotions (and that's part of why I love him)! No, I'm just being reflective. It's my silly style blog, after all! I can ignore clothes and talk about emotions for a while if I want to. What do you think? Does self reflection belong somewhere else, on a livejournal or a private paper journal, and not a style blog? I always like it when people are candid about their lives in their blogs. I'd rather not read something that's tailored to be impersonal and advertisement-friendly. I'd rather get to know the person about whose life and style I'm reading, you know? What do you think?
I have nothing to say about today's outfit. Maybe I'll like my clothes again one day, haha.