We’re all victims of circumstance beyond our control now. The only thing that we can do to salvage some sort of decent existence is to find something–anything to be happy about and roll around in it like my dog does when he finds a turd in the yard that he likes. Get the stink of the things you enjoy all over yourselves and let everyone smell it, and, if they like it, let them join in because they’re your people. Vonnegut referred to it as a your karass. I don’t bring this up because karass has the word ass in it and I’ve clearly gone way too far with this fecal simile, but (and it took a lot for me not to spell that but with an extra t) rather because of the meaning of this word that he created, which is a group of individuals who are somehow linked spiritually. Or, maybe you’re a karass of one, and that’s fine too, as long as you’re still rolling around on your happy turd.