My coworker just walked past my computer screen. And if he happened to look, he would’ve seen that I was on Dictionary.com looking at the definition of “sad”.
I don’t feel particularly sad, but…looking up the definition of “sad” is admittedly a pretty sad thing to do.
Contemplating sadness got me thinking about Eeyore. I never connected with Winnie the Pooh when I was little, and I especially didn’t connect with Eeyore–which is funny because I lived up the street from a donkey farm. But Eeyore’s deal isn’t that Eeyore is a donkey. Eeyore’s deal is clearly that Eeyore is sad. And wears a pink bow.
With age I’ve come to better understand Eeyore’s condition/s. It’s painful to see such a sad creature. This video below makes it less painful. And it’d be even less painful and more amazing if drugs were involved: