I thought I should share a bit of honesty with you, my old familiar fab peeps and you my new peeps and why did people start calling friends peeps? Was it a chicken thing? I need to check out how that slang got started sometime.
I have been struggling for a while with Sad Pony Syndrome. Some people know this as Depression, but that sounds too Debbie Downer to me. This is a humor blog, and generally humor is the best way to deal with this crap. But some times are harder than others.
I’m hanging with the pony.
I have no reason to be down, which is a frustrating thing. Now if someone stole my identity and had like way better vacations than I do, that would be sad. Or if a big dog ate my cat, that would be sad. Especially if I had a cat. And of course the saddest thing I can think of is being a contestant on the Bachelor. Thank goodness I turned down that invite.
Yet here it is, and it doesn’t have to make sense, it just is. Anyway, I’m not changing this blog to the Alice is Sadfaced Blog. But I think I’m going to make a few changes to make this easier on me. One thing is to change up my 50 Shades recap contest. Oh, I’m still going to recap it. I’m on the last book, and it is so not going to defeat me! Or something. But turns out it takes a while for me to count up comments and figure out who is Valedictorian (for all you new people, yes I did this. I’m weird.) Also I think everyone should win. I’m a big weenie that way. Participation medals all around!
So I’m going to change that part. I’m not adding up points for comments and taking Roll Call. Oh, I will still give pop quizzes – that’s too much fun to pass up. And I will continue to highlight my favorite comments because you guys crack me up. I would advise anyone to read my comments section if nothing else. These are really funny people. Not quite right in the head maybe, since they’re here reading, but very cool nonetheless.
And I’m going to keep doing the Wednesday “Make a Smaller Alice” posts because it turns out eating better and exercising do help with the sad. I know, it flipping annoyed me too. So that will stay. Not sure what else. I feel an utter lack of creativity sometimes, like a headache with no pain, just cotton stuffed in my head. Perhaps I will be all up tomorrow and have a flash of awesome ideas that just come spilling out of me. That’s kind of gross imagery. Or maybe not.
Anyhoo, that was possibly a lot of TL; DR but I thought I’d throw it out there. I’m hanging in there, and I encourage anyone else who is dealing with similar stuff to do the same. You can hang out here anytime, or visit the Canvas of the Minds. I’ve done a few posts over there, but there are tons of other great blog authors posting on all sorts of mental health issues. If you’re lost in the bad side of Wonderland, I encourage you to check that blog out as well.
Thanks as always for being awesome,
Alice
aliceatwonderland 
Ah Alice ma girl whats up? Just lost you ‘Toot Toot’ it seems? I think we reach a point of having cotton wool as you said in our heads – when we can’t think clearly or push ourselves. Have a wee rest knowing that we are still here – and as you say who knows tomorrow you may be back in the fold as you were. 🙂 xx
I keep telling people not to mess with my ‘Toot Toot’ but they do it anyway. Hands off the Toot Toot. I like saying Toot Toot.
Thanks for saying you’ll see be around. That helps.
P.S. Toot Toot.
There’s no crying in Baseball!! … Baseball, humor blogging — it’s all relative. 😉 Hope SadPony takes a hike soon. Maybe there’s a reason for it that’s not quite cerebral yet. Thank you for opening up because I think it’s important to do so and for sharing that blog. Going to check it out. Perk up buttercup. xo
I love that movie. There’s no crying in baseball! And she cries harder. That’s like when my husband tries to get me to snap out of it by yelling at me about how unreasonable I am. This tends to not work out so well for him.
I need to find that Bob Newhart segment where the girl tries to get counseling for stuff and he just keeps saying “Stop that!” “I have a fear of bridges.” “Stop that!”
hehehe … Just think, even sad pony makes me smile. Thanks for all the chuckles. P.S. I adore that segment of Bob Newhart! Or you could go on You Tube and get “MORE COWBELL!!” :p
I too suffer from (Pick 3 Letters from the Alphabet) Syndrome/Disorder. You are right-a-mundo about trying to be funny when the “Sad” is kickin’ your ass, it’s like being a sparrow in a hurricane. Having been diagnosed over 20 years ago, I can tell you to stay on your meds and fight like hell to make each day a good one, as difficult as that may be. Also, remember you are not alone. I mean look at me. A few years ago I was just a Dumbass. Today I am the Fearless Leader of an Entire Dumbass Horde. 🙂
I see dumbasses. They’re everywhere. They don’t even know they’re dumbasses!
One more quick thing…I added you to my blog roll. We “Sad Ponies” got band together.
Great! I just checked out your site. Very funny, which is what I need. Following you now, since the cops are apparently arresting everyone. 😀
You can follow me during visiting hours on Mon, Wed and Fri. 🙂
I’m a fan of yours Sad Ponny or not. We all have our days and issues, I should know.
xx
Pd: So I lost my points? *sigh*
You still have all your points and MORE. I mean, you gave me my first tangible bling – bracelets! I am moving on up.
Oh, do I like, need to give you my addy for that?
Ill send you the email of the person who will send them to you, I’ll pay for them but makes no sense to have them delivered to me and then sending them from here. Shelly (the girl’s aunt) agreed to ship it wherever I needed. I’ll take care of it this weekend.
Yay. Although I’d be fun to send each other random objects through the mail. I just LOVE getting packages in the mail. Um, present like packages, just to clarify.
Send me your address, I’d happy to send you a lil something.
This could be fun. We could have a “random blogger gifts” post.
I took part of a similar experience not too long ago. People was really enthusiastic at first but then nothing happened, but count me in, you know I’m game for pretty much everything.
Yeah, I see that a lot. This would be cool! Wait, I have to do crap? Haha.
Everybody gets sad pony syndrome sometimes, it just happens to be your turn. I know, it sucks that exercise and stuff makes it better, but since it does you may as well. This won’t last, and you will be back to yourself in no time.
Thanks for the encouragement. It helps that if I don’t actually crawl out of bed, the kids don’t go to school and the administrators get all pissy about that. Also, I don’t go to work and they don’t, like, want to pay me. People are unreasonable like that. But it works. I am out of bed!
I know exactly what you mean. No matter how pissed off you get or how enticing the cozy, dark bed can be, the sun just keeps coming up as if it doesn’t even care. Don’t forget it’s January, we all get the blues in January.
Totally! I hate dark and cold. Yuck. (I also hate unreasonably hot. I don’t like weather, apparently.) But winter is harder. Winter says to me “crawl under the covers and snuggle.” We should have winter breaks. Like, come back to work and or school when the sun comes out. Night, night. 😀
You’re right, I’m not quite right in my head. Usually I’m left in my head, which is probably why my mouth doesn’t always move when I talk.
Do you have one of those ventriolq – crap, do you have a dummy you talk with? Those are both cool and creepy.
No dummy to talk with, but I do have a dummy to talk to.
(it’s actually because I usually refuse to interject my comments into a conversation so I think it and pretend I contributed. (which means no one argues with me either.))
Oh, I like that philosophy! I need to do more of that! 😀
Thanks for being so honest. You’re not alone! Keep on truckin’.
Thank you. You know, I’m going to have to start visiting the blogs of everybody who has commented lately. It’s always good to have plenty of places to go to read.
I struggle with seasonal depression, so I feel you there Alice! I hope it gets better for you soon. Thank you for sharing yourself with us 🙂
It was tough, because I didn’t want to come off “poor me” or something. But I’m glad I did now.
Oh Alice. I think Sad Pony and I get along so well because I get Sad Pony Syndrome way too often. The worst is not having a good reason for it. I hope you get your Mad Hatter-ness back soon.
There will be no Valedictorian?! But I love saying Valedictorian!
It is fun. Val-e-dick-tor-i-an. Heh. I think the main reason I have 3 college degrees is because I like that pomp and circumstance song.
Pomp pomps!
January and February can be tough months, I think. The excitement of the holidays are over, and for many of us it’s cold and gray. March is icky, too, but we at least know spring is in sight. I have an artificial light do-dad that I keep in my exercise room, and every morning when I work out, I blast that baby for an hour. I think it helps make up for the day’s darkness. Well, that and the exercise. 🙂
I need an artificial light do-dad. I wonder if they have them on amazon. Amazon has everything.
Indeed they do.
Now wait just a minute! March is not icky, that’s my Birthday month. 😀
But I do know what you mean (I suffer from SAD too, but I’ve found Vitamin D – megadoses – does wonders for that). When I turned 16, my Sweet Surprise Birthday party was cancelled due to snow! WHAT??! Oh, well, 16 wasn’t all that great. 😉
Dear Alice, It’s January. Everyone feels sadfaced for no reason. Take some antidepressants if you can’t go someplace warm and you’ll feel much better in March. Promise.
I do take antidepressants. Sometimes they work and other times not. It’s not even that cold at the moment. Blech. At least I know I’m not the only one who hates January. Thanks for the kind words.
I don’t want to ever quote Randy Jackson, but it just feels so right to say “I feel you dawg.” Because I do. January is dark and cold. Probably I should have quoted Ned Stark rather than Randy Jackson. “Winter is coming.” Yes, that would have been way better.
Thanks, dawg. Maybe you could send Hugo over. If he stares at me long enough, I’ll be too creeped out to remember the sadface.
The winter blues does strike hard and often senselessly. If it is winter, and if you’re the type to be cheered up by a good story, you might try to get your hands on “Light Boxes” by Shane Jones. It’s a little kitchy, but a good one for the fight against winter. Also, fake tan spray is a friend 🙂
I have never tried fake tan spray. I have a feeling I would do like Ross on Friends where he somehow managed to spray himself several times on one side but not on the other. I will have to look up “Light Boxes” though I tend to not be able to concentrate on anything longer than, say, a Cosmo article.
Alice, maybe it’s Post Freshly Pressed Syndrome. Certainly this must exist, no? I think you’re awesome and your posts are always funny. Even this one about being sad. And, you’re posting a whole lot…so I think you’re being hard on yourself!
Maybe so. Zomg I am De-Pressed – get it????
Thanks.
I’ve missed you Alice, and I stopped by to check in on you. You have been quiet, like you dropped off the edge of the earth, like Lauryn Hill. I’m sorry you’re blue, it sucks and there doesn’t have to be a reason, that shit just hijacks your mind and makes you want to lay in the fetal position in a puddle of tears. I get it. I used to want to punch people in the neck that would even suggest this, but they were fucking right all along. Exercise. Fucking exercise. Like, regularly, start with 5 stupid minutes if that’s all you can do and work up to more. I drag my ass to the gym when I’d rather have a rectal exam by a blind 5 year old with a dirty stick. I work out until I’m a sweaty mess…and then the magic happens. My brain changes, like completely. It’s a high out of that low and it rocks. Don’t beat yourself up my dear, creativity ebbs and flows and it happens to all of us. Smile, you’re not Willard Scott.
xoxo
Tracy
I had to look up Lauryn Hill. For some reason I had it in my head you were talking about Laura Palmer for a while, and I was like, wait, didn’t the devil possess some guy who killed her on Twin Peaks? Crap, I do have cotton head. Thanks for checking up on me. I have done more walking around the library. I must go to the gym . . . eventually. At least I’m not Willard Scott. Good point.
I still fucking hate exercise. I know it helps, but it’s the getting the engine started that’s hard. Speaking of, I read your post on your car trip and cracked the hell up.
Go Alice go.
You will get through this.
Thanks. I know you’re right. It’s just hard at the time.
It definitely is hard, and it’s hard to know WHY it’s hard (at least for me it is). But then, just knowing that it’s hard may be enough. Recognize, acknowledge, submit, and release yourself from expectations. You don’t have to do it all.
I too hate January, and all the good wishes for the new year. This year though, I’m trying to believe in better things to come, because if you don’t you won’t. I’m usually better by Feb. (after my birthday). Hope you are too.
Thanks. Here’s to February.
Alice, cheer up. You’re a part of the Stuph Mafia. You’re welcome.
That means no more Tauntaun heads in my bed! Yay!
See? All better.
An attack of the Sad Pony Itis? Can you blame the weather as well? (You certainly could if you were in the UK, where it is cold, icy, cold, snowy, cold, windy, cold, and did I mention it was cold?)
*sends hugs*
*sneakily licks Alice on the cheek to try to gross her out*
*runs and hides*
PS If I didn’t make you crack a smile for 0.05 of a second, I want my money back. Just sayin’. 😉
Are you related to Squirrel? He does that sometimes. Thankfully, you don’t poop on my keyboard (though Miss Four Eyes assures me she got him potty trained). My blog is weird.
P.S. Yes that cheered me up. 😀
No, I’m not related to Squirrel, although I probably share some of his hyperactiveness.
It’s like Squirrel and Sad Pony are extensions of your personality at times. Squirrel is the AD(H)D Alice and Sad Pony is the depressive Alice. Which is totally bonkers, but you are in Wonderland and the rules are somewhat different there.
[…] Alice […]
Weird isn’t it – we accept being unaccountably happy, but call being unaccountably sad a disorder!
Life does this to us, it comes and it goes. Don’t fight it, it’s like kung-fu or something, it uses your energy against you! Embrace it mindfully, accept it without giving in to it – and eight-hundred other eastern-sounding phrases of dubious meaning!
Good luck anyway, and Panda sends ((HUGS))
Thank you, Kung-Fu Panda, for your wisdom. And thanks for the hugs.
Calling it Sad Pony Syndrome sort of makes it less depressing… Or is it just me?
That was my hope. Shrinks might get confused. I had Sad Pony, doctor, give me my pony pills.
Participation medals – woohoo! =D Glad the eating and exercising are helping you feel good (though bummer that it couldn’t just be eating chocolate!). You’re wonderful Alice! 🙂
Chocolate makes me feel good too. Cookies and cream milkshakes are of Heaven. We should have participation medals made out of chocolate.
Mmmmm – milk chocolate….
As you must know by now, I am the Queen of the Bipolar Rollercoaster, so I do not see anything wrong with Coming Out Crackers. The secret is to hang onto the bar that holds you in and Do Not Let Go.
Coming out crackers? I like it. We can eat them with a side of nuts. I like the metaphor – hang on to the bar. And keep your hands and feet inside the car.
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