I’ve discovered a new mental disorder. One that compels the afflicted.
To think only happy thoughts. The kind of stuff that puts one at ease. In a
good and positive mood. Finding it impossible. To lapse into melancholia. No matter
how hard one tries. One can’t shake this pleasant feeling. Even if one goes in
for treatment. And consults the finest psychotherapists in the world. There’s
no cure. One must learn to live happily ever after. With a diagnosis. Of being incurably
crazy. --Jim Broede
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