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And I finally didn't have to feel them anymore. But my experiences slowly flattened and blended together until it became obvious that there's a huge difference between not giving a fuck and not being able to give a fuck. Cognitively, you might know that different things are happening to you, but they don't feel very different. Which leads to horrible, soul-decaying boredom.
I tried to get out more, but most fun activities just left me existentially confused or frustrated with my inability to enjoy them. Months oozed by, and I gradually came to accept that maybe enjoyment was not a thing I got to feel anymore. I didn't want anyone to know, though. I was still sort of uncomfortable about how bored and detached I felt around other people, and I was still holding out hope that the whole thing would spontaneously work itself out.
As long as I could manage to not alienate anyone, everything might be okay! However, I could no longer rely on genuine emotion to generate facial expressions, and when you have to spend every social interaction consciously manipulating your face into shapes that are only approximately the right ones, alienating people is inevitable.
Everyone noticed. It's weird for people who still have feelings to be around depressed people. They try to help you have feelings again so things can go back to normal, and it's frustrating for them when that doesn't happen. From their perspective, it seems like there has got to be some untapped source of happiness within you that you've simply lost track of, and if you could just see how beautiful things are At first, I'd try to explain that it's not really negativity or sadness anymore, it's more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can't feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you're horribly bored and lonely, but since you've lost your ability to connect with any of the things that would normally make you feel less bored and lonely, you're stuck in the boring, lonely, meaningless void without anything to distract you from how boring, lonely, and meaningless it is.
But people want to help. So they try harder to make you feel hopeful and positive about the situation. You explain it again, hoping they'll try a less hope-centric approach, but re-explaining your total inability to experience joy inevitably sounds kind of negative; like maybe you WANT to be depressed.
The positivity starts coming out in a spray — a giant, desperate happiness sprinkler pointed directly at your face. And it keeps going like that until you're having this weird argument where you're trying to convince the person that you are far too hopeless for hope just so they'll give up on their optimism crusade and let you go back to feeling bored and lonely by yourself.
And that's the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something — it's nothing. And you can't combat nothing. You can't fill it up. You can't cover it. It's just there, pulling the meaning out of everything.
That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem. It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared. The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren't necessarily looking for solutions.
You're maybe just looking for someone to say "sorry about how dead your fish are" or "wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though. Perhaps it was because I lacked the emotional depth necessary to panic, or maybe my predicament didn't feel dramatic enough to make me suspicious, but I somehow managed to convince myself that everything was still under my control right up until I noticed myself wishing that nothing loved me so I wouldn't feel obligated to keep existing. It's a strange moment when you realize that you don't want to be alive anymore.
If I had feelings, I'm sure I would have felt surprised. I have spent the vast majority of my life actively attempting to survive. Ever since my most distant single-celled ancestor squiggled into existence, there has been an unbroken chain of things that wanted to stick around. Yet there I was, casually wishing that I could stop existing in the same way you'd want to leave an empty room or mute an unbearably repetitive noise.
That wasn't the worst part, though. The worst part was deciding to keep going. When I say that deciding to not kill myself was the worst part, I should clarify that I don't mean it in a retrospective sense. From where I am now, it seems like a solid enough decision. But at the time, it felt like I had been dragging myself through the most miserable, endless wasteland, and — far in the distance — I had seen the promising glimmer of a slightly less miserable wasteland.
And for just a moment, I thought maybe I'd be able to stop and rest. But as soon as I arrived at the border of the less miserable wasteland, I found out that I'd have to turn around and walk back the other way. Soon afterward, I discovered that there's no tactful or comfortable way to inform other people that you might be suicidal.
And there's definitely no way to ask for help casually. I didn't want it to be a big deal. However, it's an alarming subject. Trying to be nonchalant about it just makes it weird for everyone. I was also extremely ill-prepared for the position of comforting people. The things that seemed reassuring at the time weren't necessarily comforting for others. Dave: I have before, but they're always received positively by the fans. I guess I'm just paranoid!
O'Shea: To the other extreme, can you each single out a favorite strip of the many each of you have done? Dave: People have asked me this over the years and I still say the same one. I adore a comic I made about Munch's The Scream.
I completely trivialized that painting in three panels. O'Shea: Is there any subject that you guys won't tackle for a punchline? Matt: We tend to stay away from politics in general. Video games get touched on every now and then, but surprisingly less than one would expect. Kris: Personally, I don't like to go after things like racism unless it targets every race.
O'Shea: Do each of you excel at certain taboo subjects, for example are one of you considered the "cannibalism" go to guy? Matt: I've done a ton of necrophilia jokes. I'd say a good majority of them are very sexual in nature, whether it be necrophilia, pedophilia, STDs or just good ol' fashioned sex jokes.
Kris: I consider Matt the "buttsex" go to guy. O'Shea: Am I wrong to assume that your audience is predominantly male? Matt: Very much so, actually. We're close to an even number of male-to-female fans -- slightly favoring males, but not by much. Girls use the internet, too! Although, it might be due to our ever-present feminist slant. Kris: Surveys and conventions have shown us that our audience is split pretty evenly. O'Shea: How do you split up the creative responsibilities on the strip--do each of you both write and draw?
Do you try to all keep similar styles or do each of you have a signature style that makes it clear when each of you are drawing the strip? Dave: We all help each other with writing sometimes, but generally each of us take turns in both writing and creating the comic on a given day.
We all have our own little drawing styles and they can differ substantially, so fans can definitely tell who drew what. O'Shea: How did you all pick the 30 new strips that got included in the collection?
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