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I enjoy hanging out with children. I highly recommend it. At least once a week I and my girlfriend watch up to about 8 children (she's got 2, I've got one). There's something about children that, nomatter how bad you think things are going to get, just reaffirms why you're fighting against evil in the first place. So that hopefully in 20 years they won't be on message boards or whatever passes for discussion forums, posting messages like you or I do.
Flirt. Compliment. Be civil to those around you. Be polite and thoughtful. It generally breeds more politeness and thoughtfullness to some degree, at least in the real world.
Have torrid, steamy, mindblowingly dirty sex within the confines of a stable, loving relationship. If that's available to you, I say exploit it as much as possible. Does wonders to brighten up a day.
I like to go camping. Bugs crawl all over me, I dig in the dirt, watch animals blissfully unaware (to a certain extent) of the horror that mankind has or will bring to their very existence. Watching an animal stroll or crawl or trot by me that is aware but absolutely unconcerned about my presence always makes me feel better for some reason. Swim, splash, blow bubbles underwater.
If all of these fail, and sometimes they're either unavailable or don't work, I just lay on my back in the yard or out in the woods and watch the stars in their enormity and distance and thankfully realize that if we do fuck the whole thing up beyond repair and the Earth cracks in two, there are billions and billions of other places that may succeed while longer than we have and that our fuck-ups can't possibly affect them.
On some nights, when the news is very bad, I am thankful that our world exists as a bulkhead between us and the other experiments gurgling throughout the universe.
Those are some options I like to exercise before returning to the blood-soaked trenches of Reality, anyway,
PB
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