Many people suffer from SAD, seasonal affective disorder, but most experience the winter variety. I seem to have the summer kind. For the past few years, summer—once my favorite time of year—has brought dread, anxiety, insomnia and depression.
This summer, I’ve been tied to the city more than usual because I want to spend as much time as possible with my daughter, who at the end of this month is moving to Europe for a year. There have been long stretches when almost all my friends have left town. I’m a loner by nature, like one of those East European adoptees, but over the years I have been tamed to enjoy “attachments.” So when everyone leaves, I have “abandonment issues.”
Maybe that’s why I’m especially SAD this summer.
I figure there are three ways to treat it: drugs, talk therapy and comedies. I’ve opted for the third way: 27 episodes of Louis C.K. in one 24-hour period, three episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm in one afternoon, five in another. I’m running low on the particularly raunchy fart-joke, pratfall comedy that makes me feel better. I’ve used them up in similar SAD summers.
Judd Apatow, where are you?