(My ghost writer’s helping me out with this one! Ha ha!)

So you know how people are always saying not to throw babies out with bathwater? As in, when you’re done with the bath, keep the baby.

When you’re having fun in your depression bath, keep having fun. When you’re done with the depression bath, try to avoid committing suicide. Because you’re the baby in this idiom.

Sometimes it’s tempting to give up. To feel like you’ve made no progress. And because it’s fun to say “FUCK IT.”

“FUCK IT. AGAIN.” And when you’re done, fucking it, go back to bathing. Since baths are so fun. And clean! Mostly. When done for that purpose. Like with normal water. Not other liquids. You get it.

Giving up is pointless. Anyone whose into existential nihilism knows that everything is pointless. Including giving up. Try everything while you’re giving up. Being bored means that there’s plenty of time to do so.

So babies… keep them in the bathwater. Until you want to take them out, dry them off, and just cuddle. BABIES!