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Ten things you do to comfort yourself or others.
1. I give out hugs. I’ve never thought of myself as a particularly tactile person, but I suppose I am. I just feel compelled to try to comfort with touch. It’s like Gladys and her cookies, in a way.
2. I invent. Yes, odd thing to do to comfort yourself, but it works for me. There’s just something about losing yourself in a project that makes things better.
3. I read a favorite book. Jules Verne always manages to cheer me up. I’m glad I managed to find a copy of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea here.
4. I tell jokes. I’m probably not very good at it – most of my efforts elicted groans from Holly – but it always seemed to cheer Emily up. It’s hard to feel bad when you’re laughing.
5. I – does listening count? I would say it does, Marty always said he felt better after he talked (more like monologued) to me about his problems and life. Listening to someone is more powerful than some people realize.
6. I nap. Might be a little strange to some people, but some days there’s not much you can do except curl up on your bed and hope your dreams are better than reality. (Which wasn’t/isn’t often in my case.
7. I played with my dog. Pets never allow you to stay sad for long. A good game of fetch with Copernicus tended to cheer me right up. Great Scott, I miss having a dog. . . .
8. I give presents, primarily homemade ones. This was mostly a technique for Emily and Holly – I’d feel bad for them and try to make something to cheer them up. I also sometimes made things for Marty back in Arcadia. And lately now I’ve been passing out cookies to my friends, a la Gladys. . . .
9. I played an instrument. Nothing like a saxophone for belting out the blues, in my opinion. Though I haven’t had the chance to play in years now. I’ve probably lost what talent I had. Rather depressing, honestly – I would have liked to jam with Marty at some point.
10. I watch TV. Like a good book, a good TV show provides you with something to escape the real world for a while. Hell, even a bad one provides a distraction. (Farley could back me up on this.)
1. I give out hugs. I’ve never thought of myself as a particularly tactile person, but I suppose I am. I just feel compelled to try to comfort with touch. It’s like Gladys and her cookies, in a way.
2. I invent. Yes, odd thing to do to comfort yourself, but it works for me. There’s just something about losing yourself in a project that makes things better.
3. I read a favorite book. Jules Verne always manages to cheer me up. I’m glad I managed to find a copy of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea here.
4. I tell jokes. I’m probably not very good at it – most of my efforts elicted groans from Holly – but it always seemed to cheer Emily up. It’s hard to feel bad when you’re laughing.
5. I – does listening count? I would say it does, Marty always said he felt better after he talked (more like monologued) to me about his problems and life. Listening to someone is more powerful than some people realize.
6. I nap. Might be a little strange to some people, but some days there’s not much you can do except curl up on your bed and hope your dreams are better than reality. (Which wasn’t/isn’t often in my case.
7. I played with my dog. Pets never allow you to stay sad for long. A good game of fetch with Copernicus tended to cheer me right up. Great Scott, I miss having a dog. . . .
8. I give presents, primarily homemade ones. This was mostly a technique for Emily and Holly – I’d feel bad for them and try to make something to cheer them up. I also sometimes made things for Marty back in Arcadia. And lately now I’ve been passing out cookies to my friends, a la Gladys. . . .
9. I played an instrument. Nothing like a saxophone for belting out the blues, in my opinion. Though I haven’t had the chance to play in years now. I’ve probably lost what talent I had. Rather depressing, honestly – I would have liked to jam with Marty at some point.
10. I watch TV. Like a good book, a good TV show provides you with something to escape the real world for a while. Hell, even a bad one provides a distraction. (Farley could back me up on this.)
