The capacity for excitement

 Depression has exacerbated my behavior of leading with empathy. Sick dog?  I cry with you.  

It’s crushed excitement.  Hardly an option. I bought a new house for myself this week. Hi-hum. I’ll still be the same depressed guy. 

That doesn’t seem fair!  I liked that part of myself. I was always the guy who drove around town to get my soccer team out of bed before a match. 

Yes, I liked excitement. Striving for improvement. I thought “Flow” was a meaningful book when I read it. Sexual excitement—so empowering and energizing and happy (except with my ex(.  Business meetings to discuss joint IP!  Partnerships of all stripes. Reaching the top of a new peak. Looking forward to the next trip. 

A new pet.  Thrilling—as was living every pet I’ve known. 

Then I met my ex. She melted down if I was excited about anything other than keeping her on a pedestal. 

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