How much does it blow to be sad? I know, right! It’s horrible. As if being sad in the first place wasn’t bad enough, dealing with it is even worse. I’ve been going through some pretty bad times these past few days and have absolutely no idea how to handle myself. I’m a total mess. I cry incessantly, I have diarrhea and worst of all, I can’t shake the overbearing feeling of sadness.
I’ve done all the obvious things one must do to quell gloominess. I tuned in to Puppy Cam, I ate licorice and I played with a baby. I even watched an episode of Hitched or Ditched, a show in which couples decide if they should get married or leave their significant other at the alter. Alas, even watching people get ditched at their own weddings could not entertain me. Wait, what am I saying? It was immensely entertaining, but it was a momentary feeling.
So I turned to Andrew WK to make me happy again. I put on I Get Wet, got down to my undies and prepared to jump on my bed. This trick does not usually fail. Well, within like twenty seconds, I was singing along to It’s Time To Party with tears streaming down my face. WTF?
I give up. I am embracing my sadness. Maybe I could write beautiful poetry or lyrics or something equally meaningful often based on melancholy. Actually, that was a lie. That kind of stuff does not interest me at all. So what am I supposed to do? Life, sorry to say, but you are being a total jerk right now.