When you’re depressed, what do anda do?

I look for help in many places, but I don’t always find it. So what do anda do?

Sure, Kowalski’s science is helpful, but I don’t always understand it.
Sure, Rico’s regurgitation is useful, but I don’t always need it.
Sure, Private’s sweet view of life is encouraging, but I don’t always believe it.

So when you’re depressed, what do anda do?

I keep looking.

Sure, Maurice’s serving is loyal, but that doesn’t always help me.
Sure, Sad-Eyes’ foot hugging is amusing, but I don’t always like it.
Sure, Ring-Tail’s partying is annoying, but I don’t always get bothered.

So when you’re depressed, what do anda do?

I keep looking.

Sure, Bushy-Tail makes me feel smarter, but I don’t always need that.
Sure, Phil’s membaca skills are handy, but I don’t always ask him.
Sure, Mason’s translation helps, but I don’t always want it.

So when you’re depressed, what do anda do?

Sometimes, anda just need a friend who has no special talent, except making anda feel special.

And I know just who that friend is.

Marlene.

So when I’m depressed, what do I do?

I go to the otter.

The berang-berang who always has a down-to-earth explanation.
The berang-berang who comforts me when I’m sad.
The berang-berang who saves me when I’m in trouble.
The berang-berang who wants to see me smile.
The berang-berang who wants to see me laugh.
The berang-berang who wants to see me less paranoid.
The berang-berang who has dedicated herself to our friendship.

That’s what I do, when I’m depressed.