The Mean Reds: “The blues are because you’re getting fat or because it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of.”

Even if you’re not well-acquainted with Breakfast at Tiffany’s or the character Holly Golightly who gave a name to this feeling (actually it was Truman Capote, but I digress), you must surely have experienced it at one time or another. You know, that intense fear that comes with absolutely nothing at all. It’s as though it’s sprung from the air, implanted itself in you and you can’t do a damn thing to shake it. It’s a faceless, odorless demon.

Personally, my experience with the mean reds usually comes around about the time the seasons change and the holidays are set in motion. I can only assume this has to do with my necessity to keep things even keel and when external forces, of which I have zero control, take over, I become afraid. Of what? Fuck if I know; but the fear is there and that’s all that matters.

Curing the blues is simple, but curing the mean reds takes more effort, imagination and a bit of Mancini for your soundtrack. The key is distraction when it comes to tackling this debilitating ailment; that, and a mini-blowtorch, of course.

Photo: Paramount Pictures

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