Whenever I have the blues I get the urge to watch the whole Harry Potter series. I'm not sure why. I can't even tell if it helps at all. I guess its comforting to get my mind off things and put everything into perspective: my life's not bad at all, I'm not even being hunted by a shadowy noseless man.
I just finished watching The Deathly Hallows part 1, and let me tell you it makes me all kinds of sad! But the kind of sad that you want to be, as opposed to the feeling sorry for yourself sad. Its better to be sitting in a puddle of my own Dobby's-death-tears than my-plantars-wart-won't-leave-me-alone-tears. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that the first kind are genuine tears of loss and sympathy while the latter are those of pathetic helplessness.
Sometimes the best way to chase away the blues- albeit not entirely foolproof- is to scare them away with the sober blues. The sober blues are the good kind of blues, the ones that have results- you pull yourself together, or are all you need to feel better- whereas the blues are categorized as the kinds of things that would make you cry drunk and should never make you cry sober.
This has been a message from the Government of Ontario.
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