The Signs and Signals of Adolescent Depression

The Signs and Signals of Adolescent Depression

0Shares0 0 0 0 TweetPocketThe older we get, the more we tend to filter our high school experiences through the lens of nostalgia. At least I do. I remember episodes of adolescent depression, but that’s not where I choose to dwell. I prefer instead to remember hanging out at the North Star Mall picnic court with my friends; cutting class to eat tacos at Abundios on Broadway; rayon pants that I purchased through layaway; and the saucy waitresses at my first job, Carlos Kelly’s Steaks and Seafood. And that was indeed part of my reality. The good part that wasn’t at school. I’d like to think everyone had at least some good experiences during adolescence. My nostalgia lenses were ripped off my face and I was catapulted back to 1988 recently, when I uncovered a box in my mother’s shed. There were the notes from friends, music from my oboe solos, spirit ribbons (“Beat the Chargers!”, which we never did.) Then I found it: the creative writing club’s annual journal, called “The MacArthur Bulls Eye.” (Our mascot’s a brahma bull, you see). Opening up the journal, partially to jog my memory of what it actually was, I saw that...

Coming Out As an NFL Fan

Coming Out As an NFL Fan

0Shares0 0 0 0 TweetPocketAnd so another fall begins. It’s that time of year when I surprise gay guy friends whom I’ve met in the last 8 months by revealing that against all of their expectations, I’m an NFL fan. Gay brunches must be wrapped up by noon. I only attend house parties where I’m assured something other than relegation to a spare bedroom at game time. Indeed, Sundays with Stacee are about to become a strictly-regulated affair. With a deep breath and a great deal of ambivalence, I once again reveal myself, coming out to gay men as an NFL fan. Sorry, friends. It’s actually kind of fun to surprise people with the unexpected aspects of self. Each of us has them. These are the things that make us human and distinct from one-another. I, for example, Am white (mostly Euro-mutt, but a fragment of Cherokee) Was raised in a middle class home in San Antonio, TX Had parents of differing religious backgrounds who divorced and remarried, allowing me to experience a variety of familial and child-rearing circumstances Had my intelligence and creativity nurtured as a child and adolescent Identified as gay when I was 13 Identified as...

No Blog This Week

No Blog This Week

0Shares0 0 0 0 TweetPocketHi folks, I’m on vacation; and like SNL will do a month into its new season, I am rerunning my old stuff. I’m not writing a new blog until next week, so stay tuned. The wheels are turning and I am feeling frisky and wise. See y’all again next week!...

Six Tough Truths About Being a Call Center Representative

Six Tough Truths About Being a Call Center Representative

0Shares0 0 0 0 TweetPocket“Mom, Dad- when I grow up, I want to be a call center representative. I hope I can be on the phone all day under fluorescent lights talking to angry people about their bills. I hope my sales quota is this high!” A tiny hand stretches as far overhead as it can reach. This has never once happened. Ever. What’s so stressful though about a job in a climate-controlled environment that offers a living wage and good benefit package with no requirements of a college degree? Plenty actually, if the sheer numbers of people on stress disability at any one time are any indication. Here then are my Six Tough Truths About Being a Call Center Representative, aka An Homage to My First Real Job (“real” in this case meaning, “not at the mall.”) 1) Fitness goes down the tube. Bad eating habits are a way of life in call centers. Reps sit all day and eat their feelings, often in great secrecy. This is especially true in offices that forbid food at the desk. Nothing tastes as good as a clandestine bag of Doritos or plate of fried chicken, tucked slyly away in a desk drawer...