All About G

Since we can’t afford your anti-depressants, I’m going to kick your ass, basically.

That means, I’m going to force you to come out of your office and make you do things that are good for you. Examples include aerobic exercise, maintaining a healthy diet, interacting with your loved ones, and working on some intellectual goodness.

Why, you ask? Well, I have a couple of reasons:

- you’re clinically depressed.

- you don’t have you antidepressants to combat your symptoms.

- it’s a known fact that exercise releases endorphins, ‘feel good’ chemicals that’ll make you feel better. Healthy foods affect you physiological health, which means less stress on the body, which also means less stress on the mind, which also means more positive thoughts. Using your brain stimulates it. The brain is like a muscle; work it and it gets stronger. If you don’t use it, it’ll atrophy and degenerate faster. It’s bad enough that you had your… habits back in the college days, to prevent further degeneration and to reverse some of it in your brain… USE IT!

- Being around people that love you make you feel happy. So for god’s sake, stop living in your damn office. I’ll blow it up if I absolutely have you.

Ah yes, one more thing. If you don’t start seriously putting effort into quitting smoking, I will seriously put effort into making you quit smoking. And I guarantee if I have to step in, you will hate me and wish I was dead. Consider this a warning.

You being depressed is making absolutely everything worse. You don’t put as much effort into anything (especially things that are important), you’re inclined to give up on things faster, you’re more of an asshole to everyone, you do a lot more of that victim shit that makes the world want to smack you around, and generally, life is much more miserable when you, Dad, are walking around and vibing the house out. So I’ve declared it. I’m going to make you have a healthier lifestyle regardless of whether you’ll hate me for it or not. So, you’d better prepare yourself for when I come back. You’ve got a week.