I refuse to be sad. For a long time. Sure, I have moments of
sadness. And even sad days. But I can’t stand staying sad. I am compelled to
find my way out of the doldrums. Maybe that’s why it’s difficult being around
people in depression. They exude bad vibes. And if I don’t get away. I become
sad. For them. Instead, I trot off. To the nearest comedy club. Where I crack
jokes. About sad people. --Jim Broede
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