“I’m sure I used to never be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” I happen to agree with this statement because I have had my fair shares of being depressed, and everything people say and do to me even if they’re trying not to hurt my feelings, do anyway. The narrator of the story seems to have a weird obsession with things. I think she has a weird obsession with these types of things because it seems to distract her from her depression. “I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors.” Her husband, John, tells her not to fancy in the least and that she has an imaginative power of seeing things and a habit of story making. That’s when she begins to stare all the wall. It seems to me that she’s not only depressed, but she seems to always see things that aren’t
“I’m sure I used to never be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” I happen to agree with this statement because I have had my fair shares of being depressed, and everything people say and do to me even if they’re trying not to hurt my feelings, do anyway. The narrator of the story seems to have a weird obsession with things. I think she has a weird obsession with these types of things because it seems to distract her from her depression. “I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors.” Her husband, John, tells her not to fancy in the least and that she has an imaginative power of seeing things and a habit of story making. That’s when she begins to stare all the wall. It seems to me that she’s not only depressed, but she seems to always see things that aren’t