Brrrr! I’m cold today, and it’s not just from feeling lonely. And no the boys weren’t gossiping behind my back today, either (or the fruit flies for that matter). Maybe if I started dancing my cares away like they did back in 13th century Europe, I’d get warmer, or people would just think I was possessed by a dancing demon. The weather has changed to cold and gray, and when it does I find that I’m practically a zombie, or on autopilot or something.
If I DID want to make friends, though, apparently learning magic tricks is just as effective as taking sociability courses, and sounds much more entertaining. It helped kids in the U.K., and that’s even with their parents being scaredy-parents and not trusting their kids (okay, the article is U.S. parents, but you get the idea).
If I wanted to cheer myself up, I would react differently to happy events depending on how old I am. Or I could just go dig in the dirt; they say it’s like prozac. In fact, I think I’ll go do that right now.