Breakfast at the Tin Can CAFE

Written by craig

So, you've finally started on the antidepressants . . . Don't be surprised if you start the new day with breakfast at the Tin Can CAFE.

This three-month-old puppy heads down the block lookin' for a good time. 'Short chocolate-brown fur, with a pedigree that leaned toward labrador but demonstrated a healthy respect for diversity . . . and that little ball of fur is blessed with the combined wisdom and common sense of a kettle-fried potato chip.

Well, he sees a bunch of young boys and thinks, "playmates!" They see him and think . . . well, let's just say they are under a completely different impression. As luck would have it, the boys were right and he was wrong. Now we fast forward about five minutes, just in time to see this frightened brown streak shoot out from a young pack of hoodlums-in-training. Tied firmly to his tail is a thick string, the other end of which is fastened securely to a large tin can.

If ever there were a purely goal-directed soul in existance, it would be that pup. He knows right where he's going; away from the noise. 'Problem is, the faster he runs, the more that can behind him bounces, clangs and literally "scares the poop out of him." (Forgive me. Sometimes it's just too easy.) He doesn't watch for cars, he doesn't contemplate his position in the universe, he just runs, and runs, and runs.

Finally. finally, finally the string breaks, the noise stops, and so does one tired mass of wet chocolate fur. So, does that old tail burst out into a wagging frenzy of happiness? (Nope, that's not the way I'd bet either.)

I'll tell you exactly where he is. The tin can that drove him here may be gone, but now he's CONFUSED, ANGRY, FRUSTRATED, and EXHAUSTED. He's pulled up to a table at the Tin Can CAFE.

He looks around an realises he doesn't know where he is, doesn't remember how he got there, and (most importantly) doesn'thave the foggiest notion of how to get back to home. He is the epitome of confused. He's angry at the boys for causing him such grief, he's frustrated because it's going to take him hours to find his way back home, and (it should go without saying but I'm going to say it anyway) exhausted.

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 Well, if the pain that had been pushing you for years is easing, you're going to be looking around at your life and asking yourself how you got your life so messed up. (Confused) Then, there's the growing awareness that this pain, this depression, has stolen years from your life. Now, think about what it's going to take to put you're life back on track. 'Frustrating, isn't it? Do I need to explain the bit about being exhausted? 'Didn't think so. Welcome to the Tin Can CAFE.

Actually, it's not a bad place to start out. 'More on this later.