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Sam Dobson Writes: Comfort Food

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Comfort Food

I love the motto "no bad days". It's positive and determined, but I must call bullshit on anyone who declares this their motto. While I would love to be optimistic and believe that there are those out there who truly never have bad days, it's just not feasible. Even the guy who always considers his glass half full has to have a bad day every now and then, whether or not he advertises it on Facebook.

I do my best to stay positive, or at least I am constantly scolding myself to try, but I am no stranger to bad days. Even if bad days are sparse in your reality, you must at least have blah days. Blah days are those when you don't really feel like doing much of anything. You aren't necessary depressed, but you even the slightest bit of motivation and energy. All you can do is lounge, yet you have this nagging feeling of guilt about it. Sound familiar?

Anyways, most people turn to something of comfort in order to make them feel better on these bad or blah days. For most, it's comfort food, whatever that may be. Some people choose to plug their head phones into their ears and crank up the volume on their favorite comfort tune. Many turn to gossip magazines, if nothing else than to simply remind them that even the rich, famous, and fabulous have problems too. My comfort on a lousy day is a Friends marathon. I'm not talking about my besties, although they do a good job of cheering me up, I'm talking about the infamous 90's sitcom. I have all ten seasons (thanks to the countless times I have put them on my Christmas wish list) and on the worst of days I slip into my pajamas and crawl into bed and watch my Friends.

Every time the "I'll be there for you" intro song comes on I imagine my boyfriend cringing. He doesn't get why I find the sometimes cheesy dialogue comforting, but he knows it's been a rough day if I'm knee-deep in season 6. It's probably the distraction that helps. No matter how many times I've seen each episode, I still laugh my butt off when Phoebe says something bizarre and Joey does something stupid. I can always count on my Friends.



If that sounds a bit crazy, I urge you to consider what you do to make yourself feel better. Is it a bottle of wine or a gallon of ice cream? Either way, your irritations are usually gone by the time you've reached the bottom of the bottle or carton. These comforts are a necessary tool for survival. Bad (and blah) days are normal and in order to get through them without pulling our hair out, we need a little help. It's nothing to be ashamed of, as long as said help doesn't turn into some nasty addiction. I am proud to say that when my bad day is done and gone, I have no problem putting Friends back in the DVD cabinet. So don't feel bad when the only people who can help you today are Ben & Jerry. Don't be ashamed that you rather disappear into your iPod rather than talk to a single person. And if you ever need a little a pick me up...

I'll be there for you,
Sam

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