Depressed About Depression

John wanted to know if I was depressed.
I said that I was usually depressed but that I liked it.
How did I know I liked it he wanted to know.
Because I feel safe when it rains or snows.
John said he was depressed about his being depressed.
That’s going too far, I said.
I said, everyone is depressed. Just look around.
John didn’t believe me. He thought he was the only one.
(Pinky also believes that). Several other people I know believe that too.
I said you can’t live on this planet without being depressed at core.
You might even have a sunny personality, I said.
John said he would go camping for a few days so he could write.
I said that sounded good.
I can hardly wait for his next story to appear.