I’ve been through this psychological phase many, many times; perhaps more than most folks. And like most folks, I’ve experimented on getting out of that sickening pit. Sometimes food helps, or a little intimacy, even alcohol. Unlike most folks however I am not always successful. Or perhaps I’m just that bad in dealing with it.

I even tried the tried and tested method that some girls swear to whenever they need a pick-me-up; I shopped. But instead of seeing fluff and blue skies and hearing robins singing, I only smelled the stench of burning rubber (that would be my wallet in flames).

Some say Prozac helps, but I haven’t really reached that stage yet.

Maybe someday.