Post Potter Depression Syndrome

Well, the wait is finally over for die-hard Potter fans all over the world. I have to assume most Potter fans are feeling a little blue and nostalgic that this whimsical chapter in our lives has come to a close. If you're anything like me, however, this feeling may be manifesting itself as a full-on case of the crazies. I've classified my emotions as Post Potter Depression Syndrome, or PPDS. In reflecting upon the various stages I've progressed through in my multi-day struggle with PPDS, I've come to the realization that the stages are pretty much identical to the grieving process.


Denial:

You can pretend the movies aren't over. You can pretend Pottermore is going to satisfy your craving for another new adventure in the wizarding world. You can pretend that being a Muggle is awesome. But deep down... you know you're just lying to yourself.

Denial:

Anger: 

You're done pretending that there's any hope for new content. Your emotions channel themselves into a bitter, fiery rage that only a sea of new HP books could douse. A sea that will never come to shore.

Anger:

Bargaining:

Fan Fiction? Desperate letters to J.K. Rowling? Witty blog posts? Can any of these things give me that happy Harry feeling again? Please? PLEASE??! I'll do ANYTHING!

Bargaining:

Depression:

It's.... it's really over, isn't it.... :(

Fuck.

Depression:

Acceptance:

Unfortunately, there will be no witty image for Acceptance, as I'm very much still in the "Depression" stage. I can tell you that, in order to move to this final step and get on with life, I plan to see the movie again this Friday. I plan to sob hysterically and be judged by children and adults alike. It's a risky move, as it could very well propel me back to the beginning of the grieving/PPDS steps.... but I'm willing to take the risk.




By the by: the weather radar is boring as shit these days, thanks to yet another brutal summer drought. So I hope y'all are digging these non-weather-related posts.







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