What do you do when you feel down? Forget about the reason behind your feeling a little blue, just tell me what you do to make yourself feel better…

For some days, I have been a little more morose than I would like; yesterday I stayed home.

All day, I stayed in my yellow flannel pj’s covered in ducks. I sat in front of my television set, turned up the heat (literally, not figuratively), brought out my largest fluffiest pillow & warmest fluffiest wool blanket and watched back-to-back episodes of the Gilmore Girls and of Felicity (God bless her, for she is a bona fide retard; and although I can relate, I found myself talking to the television and saying things like “STOP TALKING, FELICITY!”).

Am not a television girl. (Due partly to mum’s imposed “half an hour of television only” per night rule, coupled with her “no television on the weekends” rule when I was a little girl. I was dragged to museums instead; something for which I am grateful today.) There are very few shows I make a point of watching, preferring instead to pay attention to my own life, rather than that of others.

But the above two shows have always, and I think, will always intrigue me and create a sort of *safe space* for me when am blue. They have the ability to generate a feeling — maybe an aroma? — of health or something.

Right. They have the capacity to remove me from current affairs and bring me back to the time when I watched them as they aired in real time.

Not since either of these shows have I been intrigued or seduced by any other television show…except for Nip / Tuck, but that’s not the sort of place I like to go to when am blue (rather, when am psychotic, disassociating, pornographic, violent, self-abusive, self-loathing and generally just. Not. Happy.). Seeing as how I just listed off some rather gross references, it should come as no surprise that I stopped watching Nip / Tuck.

I also ate D’s spectacular ginger-bread-cookies with vanilla ice-cream to make them melt in my mouth.

Then I spent a few hours on the phone with some fabulous women.

And then I went out and saw some other fabulous women, late in the evening, over warm milk and more cookies.

What do you do?

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