These days I’m supposed to be wallowing in sadness and self-pity. I’m doing the exact opposite of it. I’ve named myself as the Dictator For Life of The Shamelessly Cheerful Dodos Club and I’m running its daily meetings with anyone who happens to come within a ten kilometre radius of me. It helps me maintain my sanity. It’s thoroughly confusing everyone who is close to me though. It’s at least better than them worrying about me. Still, it’s just so simple to see. Things can go bad but I’ve my panacea(s) - friends, @, movies, peanut butter, crayons, Nutties, The Beatles and Wodehouse. What more can anyone ask for? And it’s not like it can get any worse than it already is. It’ll only get better.
This is my condensed version of my very own Sunscreen - a work in progress. (Because customisation is the way to go.) I’m living by it these days.
Go sing your happy song. Wear pyjamas all day. Giggle. Drink coffee. Fill colouring books. Read magazines.
Lie on your bed and listen to old favourites. Let go of the noises in your head.
Relive the memories of happier times. Smoke cigarettes. Hold on to that one moment you always want to cherish. Replay it every time you feel it might slip into the darkness. Pretend that it will last forever. At least inside you.
Be nice. Be funny. Be guilt-free. Be impulsive.
Marvel at how much fun you can be when you are alone.
Banish the Mean Reds.
Love. Don’t hold back. Be a cat for a day. Do nothing but indulge yourself. Sleep the sleep of those who never worry. It is absolutely worth it.
Get drunk and kiss someone just to pass on the flavour.
Be shamelessly cheerful.
Discover a new band. Re-read an old favorite. Buy Nutties. Make yourself laugh.
Be the vanilla in someone’s smoky sky.