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I’m usually a happy-go-lucky type of gal. So, when I get depressed, I want to enjoy it–you know–work it for all it’s worth.
What’s the use of being depressed if you can’t enjoy it? Huh? Nothing.
When I’m depressed nothing counts. I get to go shopping without doing my hair and/or make-up. If someone looks at me sort of funny, I say, “Hey, didn’t you know this is the new craze? Get with the program.”
Being depressed means I don’t have to make my bed. Being depressed means I can eat all the ice cream I want and not feel bad about it. There are a lot of perks that go with being depressed. I mean it.
Too bad I don’t get depressed that often. Too bad I’m a happy person. That’s cruddy.
When I feel a depression coming on, I get really happy, which does away with my depression…
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