Feeling wistful? Make a dump run.

  Anomie. Angst. In a swoon. Just plain pissed. At the end of your rope. Call it whatever you want, even the most well adjusted of us get a tad wistful now and again. There are plenty of ways to pull ourselves out of a funk. Obilvion drinking rarely helps, but should not necessarily be ruled out.
   When the world is too much with me, I load up my pick-up with busted ass stuff; hardened bags of concrete, the last dog's doghouse, the mailbox my brother in law ran over; Stuff that even third worlders couldn't find a use for but, is somehow in my yard. I take it to the dump. As I heave it on  the pile, I say to myself,  " Goodbye busted stuff, goodbye crummy attitude, hello new shining day of joy."
   It helps if your landfill or transfer station is scenic and sweet smelling, but even a hellhole like the Colonie Landfill with it's steaming piles of contract garbage, does the trick. They have great big steel wheeled loaders. It's what the whole world will be like in the the year 2021. Oops, a negative thought.