Wow, really good advice from Cracked magazine of all places. I especially like this part:
You want to break out of that black tar pit of self-hatred? Brush the black hair out of your eyes, step away from the computer and buy a nice gift for someone you loathe. Send a card to your worst enemy. Make dinner for your mom and dad. Or just do something simple, with an tangible result. Go clean the leaves out of the gutter. Grow a damn plant.
It ain't rocket science; you are a social animal and thus you are born with little happiness hormones that are released into your bloodstream when you see a physical benefit to your actions. Think about all those teenagers in their dark rooms, glued to their PC's, turning every life problem into ridiculous melodrama. Why do they make those cuts on their arms? It's because making the pain—and subsequent healing—tangible releases endorphins they don't get otherwise. It's pain, but at least it's real.
That form of stress relief via mild discomfort used to be part of our daily lives, via our routine of hunting gazelles and gathering berries and climbing rocks and fighting bears. No more. This is why office jobs make so many of us miserable; we don't get any physical, tangible result from our work. But do construction out in the hot sun for two months, and for the rest of your life you can drive past a certain house and say, "Holy shit, I built that." Maybe that's why mass shootings are more common in offices than construction sites.
And I believe the advice contained inside isn't just for the emo kids hanging around online. I think lots of us are suffering because of the lack of real social interaction in our lives these days. Somehow in college, I had tons of friends I used to hang out with, go to movies, genuinely talk to. Nowadays? Not so much... Most nights it's the wife and me hanging out by ourselves. Just getting some friends to commit to a night out of dinner and a show feels like I'm trying to stage a production of Hamlet.