Cheer the hell up.

There was a madly popular song in 2001, "Come Along" by Titiyo, an artist sort of related to Eagle-Eye "Save Tonight" and Neneh "Seven Seconds" Cherry. Lyrics put aside, it was an infectious tune with a dark edge that would get stuck in your head easily. In fact, it was so good at the time, some people actually decided to get the album.
One of those people was my dad. After a throughout listening on the kitchen stereo, Padre said something I forgot about for a while.
"(about Titiyo) She's young, why is she so sad, why does her music sound so sad? I don't get it".

Fact forgotten, event forgotten.

Until recently, when my big bro decided to share his astoundingly thoughtful observation upon hearing circa about 15 seconds of Editors' "Smokers Outside The Hospital Door" on the TV.
"All those new bands, why do they think they have to sound so damn depressed?"

Initial thought: well, it's just Editors' style, you know, he just has this depressed voice blah blah blaaah. But then... hold on, wait a minute, isn't everyone depressed nowadays? Nobody is sad anymore, it's as if sadness was not an intense enough description for all the magnificent turmoils tearing young people apart these days. We may have a roof over our heads, we may have food, we may have the internet, but oh my word, we get depressed by the most mundane little things.
It's raining and it makes me so depressed.
There was no caramel popcorn at Tesco's, I'm so fucking depressed. 

The apparent degradation/devaluation of all things "depressing" is well, woops, depressing. Maybe there is this tragic, romantic hero in each one of us, just waiting to release their sorrows and depression upon meeting the tiniest obstacle. Maybe we're all suffering from the unexplainable weltschmerz, we're all little Werters, with fingers pressed against the trigger of a gun. Or maybe we're all just acting like spoiled little brats, throwing tantrums when they can't get more candy, so used to the world bending over backwards to make us feel comfortable, that when something stands in our way, it turns into a catastrophe of nearly apocalyptic proportions.

Now, I'm not talking about the real deal clinical depression here. Been there, done that, it's no fun, especially because it always feels like this evil state is lurking, waiting to jump right on your back and piggy back ride you when you least expect it. But maybe, just maybe, because I know what depression really is and how it feels, I try not to throw around the "d" word recklessly.

Just a piece of advice: enjoy your SADNESS and DISAPPOINTMENT WITH LIFE, kids.