The Born Loser by Art and Chip Sansom for April 05, 2024

Or, at his least unhappy place.

He should try his laughing place

Not quite, Kewpie is not by your side.

To lift your spirit today mother Gargle will arrive.

Then put your happy television show on.

Grab your coat and grab your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep….

Your “Happy Place” means something totally different in my house.

Gladys happy place is on the computer shopping on-line.

A simple homebody is Brutus.

Brutus is doing better than I am. I wanted to go to my happy place but it was closed for renovations.

His happy place is: sitting in an overstuffed chair listening to his wife complain all day?

don’t worry, Brutus – be happy…

Work with what you have Brutus . (sigh)

Poor Brutus, the vicissitudes of life intrude even into his castle.

Well, now, Brutus, ole boy, this may be your happy location, but it’s not your happy place. Sometimes, when I’m sleeping, I’m troubled, but thinking a pleasant thought gets me to sleep.

maybe try imagining mother Gargle leaving on a one way trip to thee Antarctic. :D

All you need now is for Mother Gargle to turn up.

Mine too Brutus, easy chair, that is.

Not a big fan of the so-called Happy Place. But his answer is very telling. He really enjoys (or at least accepts) his life as it is. He has a very healthy mental attitude. Stress is a normal emotion for all of us and we even have a need for that emotion to help us sort out our and prioritize our problems and concerns.

It’s the company, always the company that makes one depressed. Go to bed, close the door and dreams of tropical islands with naked women.

It’s his happy place until his mother-in-law flies in on her broom.

Your happy place could use more happy.

Oh Brutus. I feel this way sometimes. To quote sir Elton John, I guess that’s why they call it the blues.

So, how does Brutus feel when he’s not in his happy place?

My child was the sort when young who could knock several nurses across the room when they tried to give her a vaccine. When she was 5, she was due for her last. I was trying hard to come up with a way for her not to embarrass both of us. I think she scared the other kids usually. I finally sat down with her and taught her how to go to her happy place. She listened, made up her place, and we went in calmly for the shot. They did it in her thigh while she curiously watched. She thanked them, and that was it. We never had a problem again. To this day, as an adult, she can control her pain levels pretty well. Brutus needs to dig deeper, but then it wouldn’t be funny!