Like many people, I have fiddly brain chemistry. When depression is kicking my ass, and everything matters TOO much, I’ve found one solution. Absurdism. Depression convinces one that they’re psychic and can predict the future… a future where everything sucks. A dose of absurdism is a reminder that it’s possible for things to NOT make any sense. Look…it’s a man dressed as a banana, did you see that coming? No? Well then you aren’t psychic, are you.
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