I am big supporter of Magic, but the kind conjured up by Witches, not dispensed in tablet form by a doctor.
I’m a little unclear as to where I stand on Witch Doctors at this point, but that is a series of Deep Thoughts for another blog post.
I must admit, Modern Philosophers, that the dark clouds rolled in yesterday afternoon, and have remained with me for the past twenty-four hours. Sometimes, I can sleep myself out of a funk, but I had some horrible nightmares last night, and woke up unrefreshed and still in the chilly embrace of a grumbly mood.
Having to get up early for a meeting didn’t help, and by the time lunch rolled around, I had resigned myself to the fact that it was going to be one of those days. Without a regular source of sunshine and love to run off to for help, my options were to either ride it out (while hoping not to cause too much damage along the way), or to come up with a solution to clear away the clouds and let the warm sun in again.
Sure, comfort food might not always be the best way to go, especially when I’m trying to lose some weight, but apple pie popped into my head and stubbornly refused to leave.
In the process, it pushed out the thoughts that had me moping around, dragging my feet, and forgetting how to smile.
With Independence Day right around the corner, what could be more patriotic than a little apple pie, Modern Philosophers?
I suppose I could add whipped cream and Snapple to the cart, and really get All-American about it. For the record, those giant Monkey Boy feet that crept into the shot (they couldn’t be avoided as they are so huge!) are not part of the deal.
I know what you’re thinking, Modern Philosophers: “Austin, you’re not a doctor. You shouldn’t be self-medicating to deal with the dark clouds.”
You’re right. That’s why I called my PCP, Dr. Jekyll, and asked him to sign off on this plan. Dr. J wasn’t available, but I did speak to his associate Mr. Hyde, who assured me that Patriotic Porch Pie was definitely what I needed.
The pie certainly seemed at home out there on the front porch of The House on the Hill. I made sure to only take the prescribed first dose, even though I was tempted to increase my serving…not because I was that down, but because the pie looked that good.
Despite the dark clouds lingering over my head, it was a gorgeous Summer afternoon here in Maine. I got off work early, so there was plenty of time to head out to the porch and enjoy my prescription before dinner.
This was my first grumpy day in quite some time. I’ve actually been surprised at how long the happy clown has remained out in public, while the sad clown has stayed hidden.
I know I’ll never be truly happy while my heart is so empty, but maybe I’ve gotten better at being alone. Or at the very least, I’ve evolved into a being who understands that being single doesn’t mean I’m a total loser destined to be alone forever.
Not only will it improve your mood, but it will also make you feel like a true American (for my non-American readers, you can either insert your own nationality there, or simply feel free to feel like a true American).
I’m not sure what the future holds, but right now, I’m in a very good place.
How do you cope, Modern Philosophers, when you’re not having the best day?