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#1 by pattisj on May 15, 2011 - 10:46 pm
Ha!
#2 by Kay Camden on May 16, 2011 - 9:49 am
Wow. This? Is great.
My interpretation: Someone else defeated it, so now it’s going to be easier to deal with. And then I thought: it’s going to take its defeat out on me. Cover your head and curl into a ball until it’s over.
I read this to my husband. His interpretation: It’s breaking down. It’s been weakened. Things will be better for me.
#3 by Carl on May 16, 2011 - 10:19 pm
I love all of those interpretations! With these 6-word posts, they’re so brief, unless they are plain, they are completely open to any kind of interpretation. Hemingway’s original is the inspiration and no one will do better “For Sale: Baby shoes. Never worn.”
#4 by Kay Camden on May 16, 2011 - 10:36 pm
What’s yours? Dying to know.. 🙂
#5 by Carl on May 16, 2011 - 10:57 pm
I don’t like doing that because I’m not sure I can say it clearly, but if I had to, I would say your husband had a very good take on it. When I try to say what I was trying to say, it always comes out childish, but if there was a translation to it it would be:
The depression cycle is hitting again. It surprises and comes on strong and darkens everything around, but this time it’s not knocking me out. It’s not as tough this time. My defenses are better this time, so it is not spoiling everything in the day, and I am weary, but I am fighting it rather than staying in bed.
#6 by Kay Camden on May 17, 2011 - 8:28 am
And you said all that in six words. Darn it, my husband was right. Don’t tell him.
I hope the cycle is over soon. Maybe next time it will also be missing a few claws.
#7 by Carl on May 17, 2011 - 10:36 pm
It’s up and down now…I’m grateful to be ticking.
#8 by Val on May 18, 2011 - 6:44 pm
Good that it’s missing its teeth, let’s hope it doesn’t get a pair of dentures.
Bitey depression. Urgh. 😦
#9 by Carl on May 19, 2011 - 12:46 am
🙂