Greetings all. Well, I must say that I believe this advice column idea of yours is a peach. As you may know, Chuggy, I experience few problems due to my extraordinarily even keel. Alas, even a self-possessed sort such as I occasionally falls prey to a bit of the sad sack's sydrome, if you understand my meaning. Ah, but she is a cruel wench, Depression, especially at this juncture of the solstice! Unlike many, who seem to experience doldrums during the slumber of winter snow and drear, summer is the time of year when I am reminded of my life's lack of adventure. How my spirit longs to be freed of suburbia and the binds of consumerism! Would that I could replace the complacency of years past with the passion for experience that both binds and drives those of a creative, romantic nature such as myself! Fear and desperation for food and shelter have led me to foolishly exchange the thrill of the unknown for security of the familiar. Pray tell, Chuggy, how do you keep boredom and the regret of roads not taken from metastasizing into depression?
By the way, I recently came across an amusing quote attributed to that cheeky fellow Annie Liebowitz: "Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about things, and small people talk about wine." I should think that my colleagues at the club would like to shake the whistle off this chap's mashie, indeed!
--Disemboguedly Depressed in Denver
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