Dunno if this helps, but a friend of mine once noticed I was exhibiting some signs of depression and suggested I attend a Cleveland Browns (NFL) home football game in person. Sure enough my outlook on life immediately improved as I was surrounded by 80,000 + people way uglier and depressed than I ever was and as a bonus I got to witness a live train wreck in cleats and pads for an entire three hours. I actually observed a man in a rubber dog mask laugh, barf, cry drink beer, and take a swing at some perceived ghostly phantom perched atop his shoulder (apparently taunting him) - all at the exact same moment. Afterwards he passed out and not one single person seemed to care. And finally, on the way out to the parking lot, I looked around and realized my 1992 Ford Escort wasn't the massive POS I always thought it to be.I've been thinking about getting a 9-5 job again. The thought depresses the hell out of me, but then again I've been kind of depressed the last two months turking. I stay inside & turk and eat and think too much of the past
So long story short: If you ever think you are truly at the bottom of the barrel in life and want a reminder that things can actually get worse, just become a Browns fan.
(Been one since 1998).
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