Depression is not an illness. It’s a natural, common and expected sense of overall pointlessness of most of what we do.
* Most jobs we pretend or fool ourselves into being excited about are totally pointless.
* The parties we are excited about are full of flaky people who we will never seek again after having a small talk about nothing.
* These restaurants you love dining at are overrated and overpriced.
* Most dates you are going to are boring and don’t lead to anything meaningful.
* A new i-phone or a tablet is not going to cut it.
* Juicing and yoga won’t give your life the meaning you are looking for.
* The self-help books won’t say anything new this year that hasn’t been said before.
Drinking and traveling is the last resort. Although seemingly completely unrelated, they both seem to provide temporary relief from depression. That’s why we keep drinking and and trying to run away from ourselves to all the distant, exotic lands. We keep telling ourselves that staring at pyramids, rivers, and painting makes us more cultural and open-minded. But it hardly does….