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May. 24th, 2006 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffMy to-do list just got chopped to pieces. Mike has decided not to go to the SCA event this weekend. He'll take the boys fishing and camping, locally, instead. We're setting our sites on Border War -- we had a great time there year-before-last, and Andrew is planning on coming along, too.
I'd have to say that, if I were Mike, I'd go just for the boys, but I'm a lot more self-sacrificing than Mike is, which ain't necessarily a good thing. I'm very happy that I'm locked in to Wiscon.
I think that Len is clinically depressed. Since he refuses vehemently to seek any treatment, I'm not sure what else to do. I tend to think that a task-oriented, solution-based focus works best. But Len seems completely uninterested in finding solutions to the problems he says are making him miserable. We talked for a while last night. A synopsis would be Len saying -I'm a miserable fuck-up, I hate my life and nothing is ever going to get any better. - with me interjecting negative-sounding noises.
Objectively, his life is much, much better than it was a year ago. He has a few roadblocks right now, but the sorce of his current unhappiness is somewhat nebulous - loneliness being the main factor. So he isolates. Vicious cycle.
Ok, enough on-line fretting. Gotta get the boys some lunch and take it up to the school (got up late), and find Sam's track shirt. And gotta work 3-11 tonight. Tomorrow is prep day for the con.
I'd have to say that, if I were Mike, I'd go just for the boys, but I'm a lot more self-sacrificing than Mike is, which ain't necessarily a good thing. I'm very happy that I'm locked in to Wiscon.
I think that Len is clinically depressed. Since he refuses vehemently to seek any treatment, I'm not sure what else to do. I tend to think that a task-oriented, solution-based focus works best. But Len seems completely uninterested in finding solutions to the problems he says are making him miserable. We talked for a while last night. A synopsis would be Len saying -I'm a miserable fuck-up, I hate my life and nothing is ever going to get any better. - with me interjecting negative-sounding noises.
Objectively, his life is much, much better than it was a year ago. He has a few roadblocks right now, but the sorce of his current unhappiness is somewhat nebulous - loneliness being the main factor. So he isolates. Vicious cycle.
Ok, enough on-line fretting. Gotta get the boys some lunch and take it up to the school (got up late), and find Sam's track shirt. And gotta work 3-11 tonight. Tomorrow is prep day for the con.