It's official. I'm depressed. And while it's no laughing matter, it should be. Because if you can't laugh at your own depression then it gets really...er, depressing.
I've been through it before and I've learned a few tricks:
1. avoid all music performed by Tori Amos
2. think happy thoughts (yes, it works)
3. think happy thoughts while enjoying the outdoors
4. complete all anxiety-inducing tasks as early in the day as possible
5. cuddle with your cute kid/cute pets
What's great about this particular round of misery is this book that I just happened to pick up the day before I started feeling completely miserable (as opposed to just miserable enough to be grouchy):
It's about the author's trek around the world in his honest attempt to find the happiest place on earth. Why are some people happier than others? Why are some cultures happier than others? Why is America the greatest superpower but also home to one of the unhappiest populations on the planet?
When the last tree is cut,
When the last river is emptied,
When the last fish is caught,
Only then will Man realize that he can not eat money.
-from a road sign in the country of Bhutan
The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner
I love that.
Is it summer yet? I need sunshine.