Depression

[shadesofmauve]

I would like to know why I get episodes of "I will never accomplish anything in life; I have accomplished nothing so far" depression triggered by buyer's remorse.

Of course, it's quite possible that it's just that it's just the most common form of my depression, and it takes whatever little chink of not-quite-right feeling it can to get in.

Also worth noting: This particular buyer's remorse is because of a harp. So that's nice and odd all by itself. :P

Comments

[stasia]

How about changing that thought process to:

I haz a HARP!!!

(Or a Harp!!)

*giggle*

Stasia

[shadesofmauve]

Heh, I'm just not sure what I'm going to do with a harp -- it wasn't actually on my "I want to have/learn this instrument' list, but the opportunity came up at a garage sale and they look pretty and I kind of like the idea of accumulating instruments. It needs quite a bit of work, I think. Still, it's useable as-is.

I halved the buyer's remorse since I posted -- my boyfriend paid me for half of it, so now we technically have joint custody of a harp.

[t-c-da.livejournal.com]

Mention of a harp to me always goes back to a sketch/song by Peter Sellers entitled "Suddenly It's Folksong" which contains the immortal statements "mind me harp!" and "I'll never get to heaven now..." uttered in a heavy drunken Irish brogue and connected by the sound of a harp being trashed by yet another irate drunken Irishman.

It comes from the very first LP I ever bought, way back in 1958...