I don’t want this blog to be too depressing and negative. I’m fine with being a little depressing, but I don’t want y’all to shuffle off elsewhere, all miserable like. Sure, life is faeces sometimes, but it’s important to take a moment to acknowledge the things that make you happy. This is especially important for those with depression.
Here’s what makes me happy:
Elderly Couples Holding Hands
There’s a silly old romantic somewhere inside of me that smiles and feels all warm and fuzzy, like a fluffy kitten hugging a radiator (don’t ask) whenever I see an elderly couple all smiley, waltzing through town, hand in hand, without a care in the world. Dancy, dancy, dancy. La lalalaa. Seriously, it’s amazing.
This tells us love can conquer, when you’re old. You might be miserable for 99% of your life, but don’t worry, when you get all wrinkly, it’ll all change. I hear 80 is the new 20.
Making Someone Else Happy
I know this sounds like some silly, goody-two-shoes things to say, and like I’m just looking for an “aww, he’s such a good lad,” but actually, … I am! I’m wonderful.
Jokes aside, I enjoy making people smile and laugh; this goes doubly so when I have a special someone, but then I suppose that’s normal, otherwise I’d be a pretty boring partner, right? One of the annoying aspects of being single, at least for me, is that I don’t get that satisfaction of seeing a smile on the woman I adore; I don’t get to make nor hear her laugh because I said something undoubtedly stupid.
I know, I’m sick. I need to go find some knuckle-draggers and talk about boobs or something, to eradicate all this romantic bullcrap. Love isn’t real!
This tells us that not everyone is out to get you! There’s still that 0.01% of the population that are relatively decent people.
Challenging Myself … and Succeeding
I’m a pretty pessimistic person, it’s true. I’m cynical, as well. A true defeatist. In-fact, this blog is pointless; why did I even bother? I give up!
The odds are often stacked against me due to my mental health predicaments (OCD, anxiety, and a history of depression, if you’re a new reader) so when I manage to challenge myself, then succeed, it’s huge; a victory, and I’m all for victories, however small.
This tells us that
I give myself crappy challenges sometimes we just need to feel a sense of accomplishment, and we can only really get that by setting challenges for ourselves.
While it’s nice to focus on that distant dream of being a billionaire, solving the mysteries of the universe, or trying to understand why cats are so adorable—you know, all of the important things—it’s still important to appreciate those smaller successes. We’re all winners.
A thank you to the Facebook page Mental Health and Invisible Illness Resources for sharing this blog entry.