Are You Depressed?

Well then depress no more.

Because I have the perfect-est solution.

As soon as this post ends, get out of your house, drive to the nearest mall 

(I would've said park, but what I'm about to suggest is only obtainable in malls nowadays, sadly).

Once there, go to the Food Court, or try to loiter around the kids-themed stores. Or even the lifts. 

 The lifts would be your best bet, methinks.

Once there, hunt for little babies in prams or in their parents' arms.

Now before I tell you what to do, it is imperative to not give up on the first try.

Because you are dealing with a breed that is distinctly uncultivated you might find yourself a little flustered and exercising your facial muscles a little more than necessary, but fear not.

Your efforts will bear fruit.

Okay, now look at the baby, and just grin.

Smile like you mean it, smile like you've never smiled before, smile like no one's watching. Not even the baby's mama.

And when the baby smiles back, you are no longer depressed.

If this simple and fail-proof solution somehow makes you cynical about why I think this will no longer depress you, I have the answer.

Children are not socially trained or adept to know when to smile and when to not. Unlike us adults, they dont do it out of obligation, societal compulsion or because they find someone more attractive than someone else. In that, their smiles are completely genuine. They smile at you because you appeal to them, they're not judging you by how many minutes you spent doing your hair, how sartorially-challenged you are, nothing. They smile because you made them happy, because something about that face you pulled, just something inexplicable made their day.

And when they cackle?

You can consider yourself out of Depressionland, and firmly stamped into Happyland.

Now fa la la la, my loves.