Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Depression risk 'highest in 40s'

"Life may begin at 40, but research suggests that 44 is the age at which we are most vulnerable to depression." - Article

So that explains why I've been feeling so good recently: I'm just about to turn 45!

38 comments:

Anonymous said...

Eolake, is your birthday on the 9th of March if I am not mistaken? Mine is on the eight of March. I am turnin' 18 this year. So, you're 27 years old.

Anonymous said...

Eolake, what exactly do you have to live for anyway? You've got money, a great job, friends, regular pussy... I mean, really, what's there to live for?

Anonymous said...

Irregular pussy, perhaps?

Anonymous said...

Eolake, is not a pervert from my point of view since actually he's not interested much in sex ( pussy) but in tasteful nudes. Why should we focus on pussies? I don't see it.

Alex said...

Cats can be very therapeutic. They make good pets as long as you can put up with the attitude, and as long as they don't make you sneeze.

Anonymous said...

Like snatch makes you a pervert? Eolake can believe what he likes, sure, but we only appreciate a woman's body as beautiful because we find it sexually attractive. Otherwise it would appeal to us no more than a chimp's. You guys won't understand that, but whatever.

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

"You've got money, a great job, friends, regular pussy... I mean, really, what's there to live for?"

Since I achieved all those things I've obviously been very fulfilled.
I've discovered though that there are a few more things to like. Like sunsets, the laughter of children, good wine, walks on the beach, collecting stamps, and trainspotting.

Alex said...

Didn't realize you were anoraksic. Have you any good photos of the DMU's that used to run from Chester to Oxford Rd, M'cr?

Do you get to see much live steam? Or were you only joking about the train spotting?

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

The whole thing was kinda tongue in cheek.

Alex said...

You live in the heart of the Industrial NW. Canals, beam engines, Wigan Pier, Castlefields, Salford Quays....

It is a wonderful place to see trains, and relics of industry.

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

I'll look it all up one day for the sake of making pictures.

Anonymous said...

trainspotting and collecting stamps? When are you moving back in to your mom's basement?

Anonymous said...

You know, Eolake, that this picture of yours (your avatar) is pretty amazing? When I read your comments, I could swear that the smile changes from semi-serious to sarcastic depending on the comment...

As for trainspotting, I am glad you didn't mean it. Heroin is a nasty habit! ;-)

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

The server has 256 subtly different versions of my avatar photo, and it changes according to your emotional vibrations.

Anonymous said...

Hey, Eolake, was that a joke?

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

Sort of. Not the funny kind, the other kind, as Neil Gaiman says.

Anonymous said...

Reading anurag's comments, I wonder if he's in the "special" class.

Cliff Prince said...

My 40s seem to be the era when I discover that it doesn't really matter whether I try really hard, plan ahead a long distance in advance and carefully, take responsible steps toward goals, treat people well, make sure I have requisite training, apply myself, get into a position where my best talents might apply, be productive, or any of a number of other things. Being in my 40s means that I've finally learned that it doesn't matter what I do: I will be fired, and without income, and wondering what to do next, regularly, regardless of my behavior, because I am intelligent, capable, disinterested in greed, able to perform a large number of difficult tasks, and a white male in the United States. Here, we aren't wanted unless we're craven. I'm not craven.

Maybe I should move to Denmark? Think they'd take me, Eolake?

So, yeah, I see why people start getting depressed in their 40s. That's when they start realizing that "reaching your goals" is just a random occurrence.

Anonymous said...

Final, you're a loser. You can blame your loserness on what you like, but many people who really are intelligent (instead of just saying so), hard-working, capable, talented people - and who are also white males living in the United States - are able to stay employed and get ahead.

Losers like you blame everyone else for their lack of money, success, happiness, and whatever else.

I'd suggest you off yourself, but you'd find a way to screw that up too.

Anonymous said...

Gee, here in the internets Dr. Phil comes across much harsher than on TV.

Being in my 40s means that I've finally learned that it doesn't matter what I do

What you do matters a great deal. But there's another ingredient you are leaving out that matters just as much: right attitude.

Action moves stuff. But your attitude determines what you communicate with that action. This is important because your intention is to affect other people.

Anonymous said...

What you do matters a great deal. But there's another ingredient you are leaving out that matters just as much: right attitude.

That is one of the major missing ingredients in final identity's recipe. Lacking the intelligence he (but no one else) believes he possesses, final keeps getting his worthless ass fired because he believes he alone is able to play by his own rules. I wonder, has the dolt ever read Crime and Punishment?

Final, you need to square your ass away pronto.

Anonymous said...

Right on. With F.I. it's just whine, whine, whine. Dr. Phil doesn't pull his punches.

Cliff Prince said...

golly ... so much anger ... so much desperation to find someone who exhibits weakness, in order to excoriate him ...

For me, when I perceive that someone else says, "I'm not experiencing life in the way (X way, Y way) that it OUGHT to be experienced," I don't generally think to myself, "I have to lash out at that person negatively." Generally I just respond, "I'm sorry about that. I have some positive advice."

So, for example, when a young woman at a local high school told me on career day that she didn't know what she wanted to do with her life, she got several responses:

One from the career guidance counselor: (said in stentorian tone, with great expression of self-righteous indignation) "What kind of RESPONSE IS THAT!! YOU better BUCKLE DOWN young LADY or you won't EVER be ANYTHING BUT A WASHWOMAN!" (Note, absolutely no practical advice about HOW to find a preferred career.) The anger was weird: why's he angry? What has she done to offend him?

One from the school therapist: (said with smarmy saccharine over-sweetness) "Honey, you do so know, you just have to be honest with yourself." (Note, absolutely no practical advice about HOW to find a preferred career.)

One from a well-meaning parent: (said with almost dismissive distraction) "Well, you'll find out some day ..." (Note, absolutely no practical advice about HOW to find a preferred career.)

One from me: (said, I hope, with concern and carefully paid attention) "Can I recommend a few books? And maybe you'd like to try some things out in this very carefully delineated practical manner? Here are your first steps." Etc.

We just hate it when someone else's world view disagrees with our own myths of what the world view OUGHT to be. But it's still a fact, that their world views could actually be MORE valid than our own, that the realities of existence in their lives could actually have logical consequences which follow from something other than our own need to reassure ourselves that our myths are true.

In other words, if you've made yourself miserable by always following the "should" dictates of an oppressively marketeering culture, when someone else mentions that he doesn't really do very well in that culture for whatever reasons, your usual response is, "You hateful son-of-a-blank!" A more reasonable response would have been, "I see, we have different priorities, and different experiences. What I did, worked for me to reach the goals which society approves of. Perhaps there's something different that would work for you, in reaching more novel and creative goals?" But the reasonable response is hardly ever forthcoming. That's because the mere statement made by the interloper implies, "You've made yourself miserable for no reason. Your goals, themselves, weren't really worth much, you just followed along in conformity, and now you must pontificate in order to try, after it's too late, to justify your own existence."

Once a Personnel Director told the Manager that most of the people in his team weren't productively meshing as a well-honed unit. The Manager said he didn't care, because they were profitable, intended to stay because they were well-remunerated and reasonably secure and relaxed, and probably would make the company a whole lot of money. "But," the Personnel Director said, "you have to fire them because they have to be happy. They aren't happy." Smart Managers ignore such advice.

Anonymous said...

whine, whine, whine

Anonymous said...

More excuses. It's not others who have anger, only you. And a lot of bitterness. And, obviously (though you deny it), this feeling that it is others who are to blame for how things have turned out for you - it's always things they didn't do, things they didn't tell you. Take some responsibility, man. Pull yourself together!

Anonymous said...

To those of you who are angry at Final Identity: The Truth hurts, doesn't it?

It does NOT matter what you do, you will still be crushed like a bug by the world around you. Deal with it.

Cliff Prince said...

Maybe not crushed like a bug ... and maybe sometimes some people with limited goals and small aspirations, all of which are sanctioned totally by society, do indeed get exactly what they want by following exactly the prescribed path ... (though that doesn't prove that anyone who wants something noteworthy or different or extraordinary is guaranteed success merely through hard work) ...

... but still, I don't understand the anger. In my (previous post) example I mention the high school career counselor. Stentorian voice, sense of anger at the befuddled young lady. She just wanted some help; he lashed out at her. What is it, exactly, that suggests to idiot-brains such as his, that the comment "You HAVE TO BE BETTER at being a human!!!" is ever going to be useful, practical advice?

And no, there were no more whines. My first post COULD (wrongly) be construed as a whine; my next could not. To assume that my statements were empty complaint, is to fail to read them.

Anonymous said...

It does NOT matter what you do, you will still be crushed like a bug by the world around you. Deal with it.

I feel sorry for you and Final Identity. This is not the case for most people. I truly pity you.

Anonymous said...

Maybe not crushed like a bug ... and maybe sometimes some people with limited goals and small aspirations, all of which are sanctioned totally by society, do indeed get exactly what they want by following exactly the prescribed path ...

Your main problem seems to be that you dream big but don't have the ability to make those dreams happen. Then you blame everything under the sun except yourself. Deny that all you want. Deep down, you know it is the truth.

To assume that my statements were empty complaint, is to fail to read them.

You are like a drug addict who insists that everyone else has the problem, not you. You're like a little boy lost in a game of men.

Cliff Prince said...

Glad to have retained my childish glee among the boring adults then. :) And yes, I'm quite convinced I'm not the problem, though I do continually actively improve how I handle the problematic other humans in the universe.

Anonymous said...

Until you can admit you've got a problem, things will never improve for you. First you'll have to admit to being talentless and unintelligent. Until you do that, you're going to be ranting about your lack of success, etc., when you're in your fifties, sixties, and so on. You'll be on your deathbed, still in denial. I do pity you.

Anonymous said...

Final knows the truth. He's admitted his fugliness because he took his picture down. He knows the truth. He knows he's a loser.

Anonymous said...

oNE wAY yOu can improve the handling of problematic other humans is to stop responding to them.

Anonymous said...

When you posted that little nugget, you went against your own advice - so why should anyone listen to you? Not like that's ever happened anyway.

Anonymous said...

"Final knows the truth [...] because he took his picture down."

Shows how little you know, sweetie-pie.

BTW, Final, how do you want us to split the leather lingerie?
Never mind, I know : I'll SPLIT it, aah-hahahahaha! [Cracks whip.]

Pascal [P-04referent] said...

"Irregular pussy, perhaps?"

That would definitely break the routine of the regular-shaped ones.
;-)

"Cats can be very therapeutic."

You can say that again! I always blog with a soft, ever-so loving warm pussy firmly set right on my lap.
Which explains why the computer I use isn't a laptop. Priorities...

"They make good pets as long as you can put up with the attitude"

Speaking of attitude :
An old lady fell sick and had the Doctor come for a house call.
"I'm sorry, dear Ma'am, but your house is just too chilly. You need to keep warm at night, or you won't get better.
- Then I see only one way: I'll sleep with the billy-goat.
- The billy-goat? But... but... dear me, have you considered the SMELL?
- Smell, shmell. He'll just have to get used to it!"

Anonymous asserted...
"we only appreciate a woman's body as beautiful because we find it sexually attractive."


So... you don't think a sheetah or a greyhound are beautiful, then? What about a male peacock parading, is it sexual to you like it is for the peahen? Does the sunrise over a snowy mountain range turn you on? And how come the curves of a pretty womanly back, with no "naughty bits" visible, can sometimes be so hamonious it hurts? The loving smile of a mother, the cascading laughter of a baby, are they in any way erotic?

Sorry, let me put is more simply, more briefly: do you consider there's no difference at all between crude porn and simple GRACE?

I'm not denying my interest and attraction for sexual visions, Priapus forbidding! Just saying it's not ALL sex. Sometimes a banana is nothing more than a tasty and nutritious fruit...

"trainspotting and collecting stamps? When are you moving back in to your mom's basement?"

It's hopeless for me. Mom kicked me out of the basement, because she needed the room for storing her stuff.
But she says I can have the attic all for myself, provided I don't bring in girls that are too noisy. Can you imagine, her nerve? I mean, how am I supposed to know whether a girl is noisy BEFORE I invite her to my attic, huh? Take her all the way to my private chalet in Aspen? That's a long trip, for a mere sound check!

"You know, Eolake, that this picture of yours (your avatar) is pretty amazing?"

That's my feeling too. Don't change it, it's perfect.
I kind of really like mine too. Stavro said he was very dissatisfied with it, because he really wasn't at ease with his position while drawing it. Imagine what the drawings he LIKES must be like!
Incidentally, if you click on my profile, then on my blog's address, and check the very first post in the archives, you'll find a link to his erotica page. Drawings of Lebanese-type nude beauties.
To whom, for some obscure reason, he forgot to draw the handlebar moustaches...

Eolake said...
"The server has 256 subtly different versions of my avatar photo, and it changes according to your emotional vibrations."


Yeah, well, mine winks at friends. Does yours?
HAH! Pascal rulzz, you da man!

Anonymous train conductor said...
"Reading anurag's comments, I wonder if he's in the "special" class."


Naah. He always travels tourist class. He's not cheap, just tries to make a gesture for the environment.
You want to read about a truly special young man? Thry there. The special thing about him is that he leads a normal life.
:-)

Final Identity pessimisted...
"Being in my 40s means that I've finally learned that it doesn't matter what I do"...


I'm sure if you seek and find others who think like you, there IS a good possibility for a happy life. Not everybody is thick, that would be against the statistics!
Remember: you're at that age where everything appears to be turning grey. It's just a phase. :-)

"So, yeah, I see why people start getting depressed in their 40s. That's when they start realizing that "reaching your goals" is just a random occurrence."

You can feel it to be depressing.
Or you can rejoice that you are clearly getting wiser, less naive.
Yo, Dr. Phil! Great style you have in psychotherapy, dear colleague. Do remind me to send you my mother-in-law some day. I'll owe you one, buddy.

"many people who really are intelligent (instead of just saying so), hard-working, capable, talented people - and who are also white males living in the United States - are able to stay employed and get ahead."

Asolutely, homie! Why, I know this brilliant guy, today he's President of the United States, no shit! Ain't that somthin'?
Say, I think I remember you from somewhere. Your full name wouldn't happen, perchance, to be "Dr. Phil Good"?
I'd recognize that comforting tone anywhere. To think we met as interns at the Dr House Clinic. Dang, how time flies...

Resident Anonymous Flamer appraised...
"Dr. Phil doesn't pull his punches."


Hmm... I've seen him at boxing training. Wouldn't last a single round against Balboa.
I always told you, Phil: Muai-Thai is best suited for you. That, or volunteering at the suicide help-line.

RAF said...
"whine, whine, whine"


Really, RAF, you're rough.
Now, a manlier advice would be: "Whisky, Champagne, Martini".
Or some good old-fashion moonshine. Wine-wine-wine is for wimp-wimp-wimps.
(Grape juice? Phooey!)

Final Identity said...
"To assume that my statements were empty complaint, is to fail to read them."


No-no-no-no-no, you're doing it all wrong! Here's how it should be said:
"To ASSUME that my STATEMENTS were EMPTY COMPLAINT, is to FAIL to READ them. FAIL, FAIL, FAIL! You worthless-illiterate-LOSER!!!"
You'll never be a successful and respected boss if you don't show some SPINE, boy. Make them see immediately who's the alpha male, who gets to fuck all the bitches in the pack, see?
Now you try it. And put your heart in it this time. (Or at least your spleen. Something squishy.)

Dr. Phil had an enlightenment...
"I feel sorry for you and Final Identity. This is not the case for most people."


Well, that's because "most people" don't have your compassion and your talent for feeling pity.
Selfish bastards. They've let Kenny die.

"You're like a little boy lost in a game of men."

Dude, that's DEEP. Reminds me of my 3y/o nephew playing Spider-Man. A little boy lost playing a game for men.
And the little scamp seems to ENJOY it every time his character misses a web swing and plummets down yelling "Aaaaaahhhh!..." He loves losing again and again and again.
Kids today...

Anonymous helpfully advised...
"First you'll have to admit to being talentless and unintelligent."


This won't be enough, until you admit you always lie to yourself. That's the first and simplest step. Then you can work on being progressively more honest with yourself, then on being smarter, then meditate under a fig tree until you become talented.
Hey, it worked for the Boddhisatva!

Helpful Anonymous went on...
"I do pity you."


And they say there's no room left for pity in our cruel world... But this uplifting conversation is really making me optimistic!

"oNE wAY yOu can improve the handling of problematic other humans is to stop responding to them."

dOEs iT aLSO Work witH pRobleMATIC typiNg?
Hey, look Ma, I can type my name at the top of all my posts now! Wee!

Who's your Daddy? UNH!
Who's your Daddy? UNH!
Who's your Daddy? UNH!
:-))))))))))

Anonymous said...

Pascal, you should audition for American Gladiators*- work out all that hate over this Anonymous Superorganism. You chop one head off, it grows two.


*I know you've been hoping for its return; now we've just got to hope they also bring back Sheriff Lobo.

Pascal [P-04referent] said...

American Gladiators? Pshah! Wusses.

You're forgetting that I am used to getting romantic with creatures more intimidating than a cranky tigress: Lebanese women!

They eat the tongues of giant Greek hydras for breakfast. That is, the days they're under the weather and need something mild that doesen't fight back too much before becoming dead meat...

'Cause, you know, manticore balls are a bit of a hassle to procure, when you're half-dead from the Black Plague with added Cholera. So sometimes our females just lay back a bit.