Did a quick search on the net and came up with this:
Cure for Misanthropy and Melancholy
Henry David Thoreau, Walden, chapter 5 (Solitude):
Yet I experienced sometimes that the most sweet and tender, the most innocent and encouraging society may be found in any natural object, even for the poor misanthrope and most melancholy man. There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still. There was never yet such a storm but it was Aeolian music to a healthy and innocent ear. Nothing can rightly compel a simple and brave man to a vulgar sadness. While I enjoy the friendship of the seasons I trust that nothing can make life a burden to me.
Ah.....Nope. Doesn't do it for me: too impractical at this phase of the proceedings.
Also came up with this:
Cheer up, misanthrope, Smell the grass, eat a cookie, we humans aren't so bad. This helped and really amused me but then again I'm not allowed to eat cookies right now and the grass doesn't really smell that nice because it's frozen...
The Cure of Misanthropy: On Wall-E, Kubrick and Mike White's The Year of the Dog. This didn't help at all but was interesting reading.
I have to face it. I'm not going to find a cure for misanthropy just laying around. Maybe I don't even need a cure, true misanthropists don't feel that need.
So now what? Now nothing. I'll just have to keep on doing my bit to ensure that I'm not raising my kids to become like me. Tough job, I tell you.
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