I’m the kind of person that pulls weird and “deep” comparisons out of ridiculous things, so I'ma ramble.

I was playing Flappy Bird this evening. I got it on my phone the other day and have joined the craze, and I realized something.

This Godforsaken game is the perfect analogy for depression/anxiety.

This little piece of shit bird is just trying to keep flying forward. That’s it. It’s just sloppily flying around, but even then, it can’t do that on it’s own. you gotta tap the screen over and over, prodding the little bird to keep it’s round little bod moving across the screen. You have to force it forward because otherwise it’d just nosedive to the ground and stay there for eternity.

It’s hard enough for this little blob to keep moving forward, but then all of a sudden these pipes get in the way. Anyone else would probably just climb over the pipes. Yeah, they’re annoying, but they’re just pipes. Mario can vault over that shit like it’s nothing. They’re tedious but that’s it. Nope. Not for Flappy Bird. This little kid can’t even touch the pipes or he malfunctions. He’s done. He touches a pipe and he can’t handle it. Sometimes so simply and only a mild irritance to others is the end of the world to him. So then he has to start over.

This is depression and anxiety.

I identify with Flappy Bird on a deep and intimate level.

This is what my life has been reduced to.

I need sleep.