Quit Stress or Depression

Last Edited 9/4/2015

There are many compadious publications on how to crash stress or depressions, but setting rules and making self-approbation is the best.

Major causes of stress or depressions are not only when you go insolvent, fail exams, lose your job or your beloved one(s), or have heavy tasks to cover: sickness can make you feel that, and even dizzy.

When malaria attacked me, I had bad dreams and become too stressful. Someone told me he feels depressed as if he committed grievous offence to humanity.

But malaria fiver doesn’t cause stress than HIV/Aids. Some people with HIV/Aids don’t only feel depressed, but insane. Some even committed suicide.

To quit stress or depression, this technique works for me:

*.have good friend
*.discuss about success
*.go out and watch the scenario
*.make phone calls to friends and tell them something good
*.be optimistic
*.take hot bath and wear good cloths
*.talk to your pet
*.take your pet out, e.t.c.

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Reading Novels a Great Outing

I could get exhausted with this world, I couldn’t travel to America, Europe, Asia, and others, but I could do that in a few hours, by reading Novels. Reading passages of Daniel Goldman’s ‘Working with Emotional Intelligence’ makes me feel like present in the United States of America. As I read in page 7: ‘As CEO of Wisconsin, a devout Catholic, Richard Abdoo, often uses eight hours a week for solitary reflection’, I picture my self in Wisconsin, greeting Mr Abdoo in his office. In page 170, under Empathy Distress, ‘She had been a pediatric nurse for seven years, but now she was asking for a transfer to a different service at the medical center. Why? ‘I just can’t take holding another little kid who is going to die of cancer. It’s too hard on me.” I saw the nurse handing her resignation letter to a smart Medical Director, in a wide office. When I read Mc Boland’s ‘Sky Sweeper’, I found my self, in the dark corner, watching war. In ‘I’m not Really Here’ by Tim Allen, I was inside a wardrobe, watching the narrator in his bedroom, saying:
“Who am I?”
“Why am I?”
“Where do I go from here?”
“Just where is here?”
” Can I still hear?”

What is Wrong with this World?

I was inside a busy coffeeshop, in the recliner, when a woman cried, “Oh, the world isn’t natural! It’s a cage.”
The man to whom she talked gulped coffee, while I coughed, and wiped my mouth with the white handkerchief.
The man glanced at me, “But what is the world doing to you, mom?”
“I hate these Feminist Theories.”

What instantly prompted me to cogitate were dog-eared Feminist Novels I read 30 years back, in High School, which were written out of anger due to what our ancient culture held, against women, that, ‘when a man offers his opinion, he’s a man. When a woman offers her’s, she’s a bitch.’

The man wiped his mouth with the brown handkerchief, dropped it down beside his brown breadtray, and listened to her.
“Someone said feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings, although it’s highly beyond that. I can only believe Gloria Stein, who said, a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.”
“Most women that benefit those lucky theories are preponderantly lesbians.”
“They are, but they still need husbands, because the society cackles at them, that, if they are good enough, men would have become crazy. These days many places of work also make things rare by preferring married women to all those flashy girls out there.”
“They practice this for security purpose, and for gaining high respect from their clients.”
“Including Banks?”

The coffee man now intruded,
“These days, mom, most guys are gay like me, while women are running the world, and You don’t have to feel depressed. But why are you?”
“Please, don’t call me mom. Shit! Do I have any child to deserve this? I thought guys would go gaga for me after my university, but I reach 30s, 40s and, now, 50s…”
“You can’t get anyone to date, woman, if you’re looking for the specific.”
“I hate this! I’d rather commit suicide than to scout for a man.
This, her sudden outburst, made me apathetic.

Women were in trouble!
This predicament had sprouted out dated early 16 century when French women began holding Salons where educated women could interact equally with men. And in the 18 century, women began fighting harder to attain equal rights.
The word feminism came to the United States from France in 1910, and the Feminist Movement started off from suffrage-oriented Groups after U.S. Women were granted the right to vote under the 19th Amendment in 1920.

So going out, I saw a lot of guys doing nothing having got well paid by their wives who were using their names; going from one coffeeshop to the other, from one bar to the other, from one country to the other, up to continents.

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I fought Stress with my Limbs

Miss Glassgod was my Facebook friend for a year, before she liked to witness my face which she admitted was a fervently masculine ilk.
She came from Halifax with her white cat, and said Halifax was forever watching the sea.
She shared me dozens of messages on how to cope with stress, including breathe in deeply and out. This could also, she added, fight lugubriousness.
I told Glassgod one day I had fought stress with my limbs, and she didn’t laugh, she sent me a sad character-you-don’t-appreciate-my-effort, my care for you, dude.

I remembered Glassgod was saying nothing attracted her than my blue profile picture on Facebook on which I was on a rock, watching the city of the Blackworld.
One night, on a desktop, I wrote her, ‘Send me your picture you picked in a blueroom.’
‘Please, gimme two days’, she replied,
‘What!’
‘Kwat?’
I shut down my desktop, and went to bed.

-Maren John Mafuyai