If you ever need more proof that humans are prone to completely ignoring logic, just remember that when people get cold feet they reach for socks. For reference; this is not a good move. Socks are an insulator – ‘sounds great!’ I hear you say. Well, no. Insulation works by keeping hot things hot, and cold things cold. Putting socks on cold feet keeps them cooler for longer. If you actually want warm feet, you need to warm your torso first, once your vital organs are up to a stable temperature your feet will naturally warm up too. That is then the time to put your socks on.
Don’t worry if you do this, you’re not the most illogical person in the world.
If we personify depression for a moment, we can confidently say it is the most illogical person in the world. That is not to say depression cannot be rational though, it does have evolutionary benefits (yes – really). For instance, whilst training for a particularly difficult triathlon I came across research* that found immediately after extreme exercise the body unsurprisingly needs to recover. It needs you to recover so badly that it wants you to sit around in a dark room without any ambition, motivation, determination, the ability to get out of bed, or the desire to use any energy whatsoever.
Depression can handle that job swimmingly. Depression washes over the extreme exerciser with ease, taking their purpose and drive away. The person is depressed for long enough to recover, and once the body has recovered, you shake hands with depression and go your separate ways. In the right context, depression quite literally saves ourselves from ourselves.
In the wrong context, it spends its time causing ourselves to hurt ourselves. Primarily because we are so rarely under extreme physical stress anymore (for reference, when I experienced this phenomenon I had swam, cycled and ran a combined total of 140 miles in one day without a break). Depression in the modern world is misfiring or is triggered by things which are now unnecessary. It went from the rational to the irrational rather quickly.
Depression is quite literally* putting massive socks over our cold bodies.
Don’t get me wrong; it sounds like I’m having a go at socks – I’m not. In fact I love them, I even bought 4 new pairs today. I just think there’s a time and a place for socks, as well as a time and a place for depression, but context cannot be understated here. For instance it makes no sense to anyone to eat 18 teaspoons of sugar on its own, but if you change the context to say, a White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks, then it becomes ok. Context is everything.
So in the right context depression could well be your friend – as it was to me 3 years ago. I rested, I didn’t run, swim or cycle for months. It worked for me, I recovered, but that is because I was in a context which allowed that to happen. The modern world is neither physically demanding nor mentally supportive enough to allow a form of depression to exist. It is illogical. It is no longer your friend, or my friend. So crawl of that sock any way you can – it will only keep you cold.
*I cannot attest to the validity of this claim as I vaguely recall hearing this, but I highly suspect is absolute nonsense.
P.S I wrote this post to brag about my new socks, but had to cover it with a thin veil of legitimacy so as not to appear as an egotistical self-aborbed millenial who thinks other people are interested in their socks. They’re nice socks though.
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