I had a great time on vacation, but as we drove back to Real Life, I felt the mantle of depression settling right back onto my shoulders. There’s only one cure for such a black mood.
A lobotomy.
Just kidding. I’d like to keep my brain intact if you don’t mind (completely accidental pun, that).
How about antidepressants?
Nah. I have enough depressing aunties.
Electric shock therapy?
I could use a real infusion of energy, no doubt, but I saw “The Snake Pit” when I was a kid and geez, you’d have to be really mental to try something like that.
No, the cure is a steady dose of happiness, but happiness doesn’t just happin. It’s not a naturally occurring element, but rather something you have to make for yourself.
Anyone got a good recipe?