Those uber-sensitive neurons that plague every fiber of my being are at it again. Maybe my DNA is cursed. I am depressed as hell! No, my depression isn't of the clinical type. I am not looking to be institutionalized or prescribed anti-depressants to. I don't need some shrink asking me about my relationship with my mother (which is very healthy by the way), or if somehow my childhood was traumatizing. ( My childhood was very loving and full of fond memories) I am generally a very happy guy. There's just one problem and perhaps it is the root cause of this depression I am feeling. That is, I take on the problems of people around me--the world is my burden.

I sit here and constantly think of ways to alleviate this temporary lapse of depression. I sit and meditate and visualize a world where I am comfortably asleep on a rope hammock between two palm trees in a secluded, pristine white sand beach with sand between my toes. When I wake from my nap, I reach over and sip from a nice tall, icy glass of Mojito and instantly, but however temporarily, the burden that is on my shoulders is lifted. Am I a dreamer? Perhaps. But it certainly is far better than downing "happy" pills or spilling my life story to a shrink for $250 an hour.