Well, I'm a guy. So, looking at boobs typically does it for me. And, damn. I missed Tits Out Tuesday. Or was that Thursday?
*sigh* Fine. I'll be serious. But, don't blame me if it doesn't go where you want.
Sometimes, there is not a damn thing in the world I can do about it. For example, the six month anniversary of my wife's death just passed. Meanwhile, my father, who lost his wife just 22 days after I lost mine, got to spend his 80th birthday in the cardiac ER. And has been a cantankerous old coot dwelling on his "imminent" death and how lonely he is (and how he wouldn't mind just getting it over with) since being released.
Yeah, there wasn't a damn thing I could do except hunker down and wait for the shitstorm to pass.
I've been thrown from my horse and dragged down a graveled road enough times that I know there are times that is all you can
do. Just hold on for a new start to a new day and hope something worth smiling over will come your way.
But, too, there are times when I can do something about it. And, to be honest, what helps me the most is trying to make someone else laugh. I'm goofy and eccentric enough I don't always manage. But, the trying alone will usually get me out of my own head even if they don't crack a smile.
So, yeah. Sorry to be the one to tell you. I'm just acting like a goober trying to make you
laugh to cheer myself
up. 'Cause I'm a selfish asshat like that.
(And, well, tits are always more likely if she's laughing and having fun. Although, drunk is usually a necessary addition.