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Sep
12
Family Traits
Filed Under Ruminations
My daddy’s family, I’ve decided, have a definite bend towards what professionals call depression. And since I contain some of this blood and since I have felt flat for quite some time with the mere thought of emotion sapping what little energy I have, I’ve been doing some research on what professionals call depression.
We’re a quiet bunch, Daddy’s kin, keeping to ourselves a lot, and that makes us suspect to most who ascribe to the notion that there’s something mighty wrong with those who don’t like to live in flocks. We’re prone to impulsivity, too, so I’ve chosen to squish that in myself, to pluck it right out of me and my memories of others before me ’cause after doing a lot of reading, I now understand that while it might be fun, the occasional spur-of-the-moment event, it’s actually a Very Bad Thing. Rise up out of that depression to show a little impulsivity, and you set yourself up to be labeled as bipolar or undependable or irrational or irresponsible or a galdang fool, depending on who you talk to.
Today’s reading led me to the word “acedia” which means an incapacity for joy. I don’t know if it’s an issue of incapacity or not, but joy sure has been dormant in my life for what seems like a long, long time, so I thought I might’ve just hit on something. I googled acedia, and bless goodness if it isn’t a sin. And not just any ole’ sin either - no siree. Acedia is touted to be one of the seven deadly sins. Can you believe it? Turns out we aren’t depressed after all. We’re just bunch of lifelong, every day, out-and-out sinners.
Good lord.
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