I tend to be a rather serious person. However, when I find something amusing I hold on to it and cackle hysterically and randomly for hours. Even carrying the little guy with me for weeks and months at a time. He pops out and whispers into my ear, and pretty soon I'm holding my stomach in laughter in aisle 3 of the supermarket. A true child fueled by the fire of self help, leaning on my self prescribed behavioral therapy, I muse "Amelia, is this desire to hold onto amusing thoughts some sort of reflection of your inherent vessel of sadness? Has this thought become some sort of pirate, sent to hijack the U.S.S. Melancholy?!"
And then I just think, nah, your probably just being too serious, pick up some onions and continue walking.
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