I was in a serious funk earlier tonight. I was feeling bad about my life and also about the way I was feeling. Those suicidal thoughts were creeping in at the edges again. I slumped over on my bed next to my cat and started petting him. He jumped jumped away from me and I felt even worse.
After a minute or so, he jumped back up, sat down, and stared at me. I felt shitty enough that I asked him out loud, I asked him, "Richard, do you know anything about melancholy?" He looked me square in the eyes, and then he started licking his asshole.
Well that fixed me right up. Bad spirits, gone. If you're feeling down, get a pet.
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