It has been a crappy past few [insert time here], and so I thought “Why not put together a list of things to do that will cheer me up?” I know, I know, please hold the applause.
Now, this list won’t appeal to everyone. It’s a pretty specific to personal tastes … but hey, maybe I will introduce you to a new way to deal with the blues.
Play Mass Effect, renegade style
If you didn’t already know, Mass Effect is my favorite video game ever (well, besides Grim Fandango). All three of them.
Never mind the fact that I haven’t yet played the first one, so I just keep replaying the final two. Anyways, you have options when you become Commander Shepard. Paragon or Renegade. In other words, you can be nice or you can be a total asshole. Usually, because I’m weird, I feel bad and choose paragon. I hug everyone and give them all toy Normandy models.
But since I’ve been depressed, I decided to go full on renegade. I’m mean and hurtful to everyone, turning down loyalty challenges and romantic advances from Tali. I punch people and kill the weak. And you know what? It’s fun. I’m in a bad mood > Shepard is in a bad mood > Everyone gets to be in a bad mood. It works.
Watch all the sad episodes of Grey’s Anatomy
I have a very personal relationship with Grey’s Anatomy.
I’ve been watching this show since the first pilot episode; since high school. I own every season, know every line, and watch reruns every night before bed. When I’m depressed, it’s especially fun to go back and watch all of the sad episodes.
Denny dies; OH GOD! Meredith drowns; Derek pulls her out of the water. George dies; Izzie sees him at the elevator. Izzie leaves; Alex cries. The shooter comes; Bailey has to let go. Callie & the baby almost die; her voice soothes all pain. THE PLANE CRASH! Yeah, I snuggle up in bed, pop in the disc and prepare to cry. From opening scene to cut. I cry. I cry and then I feel a little better. I feel better because Meredith ends up with Derek, and that means we all must have a shot at love.
Bonus: Listen to all of the Grey’s songs from the sad moments.
There is something pretty magical about eating cake; the $4 slices from Safeway with white icing and what-is-this filing. I sit there all sad and sulky, and then I cut into the soft edible foam. Suddenly, everything seems a little better. The overload of sugar, the nasty colored flower made of almost-inedible icing, the strawberry filling that I count as a daily fruit serving.
Cake can cheer me up for a good twenty minutes.
Bonus: Buy two slices. Then you get forty minutes of happiness.
Sing loud … very loud
I like to sing. I sing in my room, in the grocery store, on the floor after drinking too much. When I’m depressed, I especially love to pretend I’m a rock star. I put Whitney Houston on my iPod, turn the volume up as high as it will go (which is never high enough), and sing as loud as my lungs will take. No one else is home, so no one can hear me. I can’t hear myself, so inhibitions are gone. I sound just like Whitney! The crowd applauses. Encore! Encore!
Dress up as a drag queen
I honestly can’t believe that I am posting that picture publicly, but whatever, I’m Loony right? Have you seen Ru Paul’s Drag Race? I highly recommend it. Nothing gets you feeling better FASTER than watching the fabulous drag queens race around looking prettier than most females.
Since I’ll never be a dude, and therefor can never be on Drag Race, the next best thing is dressing up like a queen. Which is what I did with a girl friend when that picture was taken. How does that cure depression? Can you imagine standing next to someone dressed like that? Or looking at your reflection? Yeah, try not laughing.