Some red flags should have gone up for someone, somewhere when it turned out that my favorite Muppet was Boober from Fraggle Rock.
In a whimsical underground world of fun and dancing and singing, the Muppet I loved most was the depressive one who panicked easily and just wanted things to be quiet. He was my favorite because I related. And was freakishly similar to the character.
I didn’t grow out of the Boober years as fast as I grew out of my acid wash jeans with the yoke at the waist. But, I did grow out of it.
Pretty much.
Kinda.
OK, I still have my Boober days.
Not as consistently as when I was a kid, when there was a stomachache every morning and a secret crying jag every afternoon (sobbed into my Boober and Rainbow Brite dolls). There are days, though, sometimes multiple in a row, when all I see is doomy gloom and I just want to crawl in a hole, pull my laundry in behind me, and plan for the coming apocalypse.
I even have the newsboy cap and matching scarf. Sad, matching scarf.
As much as I love Boober, I really can’t stand feeling like that. The hard part is snapping out of it, which isn’t the easiest thing to do in an advanced state of Boober. I have one or two tricks that work some of the time, like doing the Elaine dance or kicking the world – which looks exactly like the Elaine dance.
But usually, the only way to snap out is to just get through it and that sucks for everyone.
What do you do when you feel like that?
Lisa Fary's earliest influences are Princess Leia, Rainbow Bright, Astronaut Barbie, and her 6th grade teacher, Ms. Palmer. She's angry that it's 2011 and she still doesn't have a hovercraft, but will accept a jetpack as consolation. That jetpack had better be pink with a rhinestone monogram. 
