A: You look awfully gloomy, even by your own standards. What is it, some obscure species of fungi just went exist and you can’t see the point of life anymore?
S: No...I just... I don’t know. It’s just one of those days, when life gets to you, all the problems, the contradictions, the lies and the absolute banalities of this circus get to you. I can’t point to any one thing, but everything is upsetting me. I’m miserable, and it looks like I’m the only one; everybody else waltzes around in their blissful ignorance.
A: Oh hey, sorry, I didn’t realise it was this bad. Take it easy, tell me what happened, what can I do to make you feel better.
S: Just tell me how miserable you are, and how miserable that guy on the street is. Tell me you have a miserable life, so I can drown my sorrows in company of other sorrows, and be glad that I don’t suffer alone.
A: Of course I am miserable; everyone is at one point in the day. I can list my miseries, but I think you are going about this the wrong way. If you are down, why do you seek more negativity to make you feel better? That negativity will fuel its own cycle and pretty soon you will find yourself wishing for other people’s misfortune.
S: You want me to be all butterflies and rainbows?
A: Well, yes! There are a million things that will give you enjoyment, be a source of wonder and happiness; look for them, take the healthy way out.
S: There is nothing healthy about deluding yourself. The world is cruel; I just want to know the cruelty is equally divided. I take my solace from that, not pretty colours.