August 16, 1999
Things have been going well. The car is fixed! It took a long weekend and we owe Andreas big time, but the car now runs. Of course, the week we got it fixed, it developed a flat tire. Right now it's running on the donut spare, since we don't have the money to buy four new tires right now, and that's really what it needs. Next month.
I'm having sort of a morose day. One of my friends told me once that all really smart people are depressed. If that's true, then either I'm not really smart (possible) or I'm depressed and don't realize it (less possible?). Maybe I just tend to obsess too much over silly things. It's like, I believe Keith when he tells me I'm a beautiful, attractive person. But then, I run across a picture of one of his ex-girlfriends on the web, and she just looks so much smarter and prettier than me, and in that instant all of my self-confidence runs down the drain like so much dirty dishwater.
Mom always said that comparing yourself to other people was one sure way to unhappiness, and I guess she was right. I need to not compare myself to others. It's just unhealthy; you wind up either depressed, or smug. Neither is particularly good for your well-being.