Diagnosis: You are missing soul nourishment. Probable imbalance of
the animal and phlegmatic humors.
Oblique strategies to care for your soul:
Before the next mind-destroying meeting, put a fart cushion under the
CEOs seat. Or maybe a couple of 2 million Scoville Reaper peppers in
the fruit punch.
Give a random homeless stranger a fist full of dollars (more than you
can afford).
Just take a f-you Ferris Bueller day off, roll a fat one and watch
daytime TV to see how lucky you really are.
Go to church. Sing. Pray. If that's not you, just pretend... for an
hour of your life.
Take a walk into the hills without your phone. Get lost and have to
ask some real people for directions home.
Fix that broken thing that's been on your 'I'll never do it' list for
6 years.
Fire up a ghetto-blaster, go up on the roof, breakdance and boogie.
Stroke animals. If you haven't got any go to a pet shop and pretend
like you're going to buy a kitten or puppy, ask to test them all out.
Disclaimer: I am not an anything and this is not advice of any kind.
