I notice though, that most of the things I enjoy are things that depress me — more correctly, the things I enjoy doing create an environment wherein I am likely to become depressed. So, more correctly still, I don't want to stop doing the things that depress me, because I enjoy them, but I think I should, because I don't want to be depressed.
Watching television, using Facebook, being awake at night, not following sports / being religious, and listening to nineties, acoustic, lady-songs (mostly the Cardigans) have, as I understand it, all been directly linked to an increase in sad-face time (maybe not the Cardigans per se).
Running is probably an exception, although it could be argued that the larger rubric of "things I do alone for extended lengths of time" supersedes any endorphin-based benefit.
Aside from that, and the somewhat-deliberately ignored list of things I'd like to do but can't (omitted due to its "will to live sapping" nature), I'm noticing that the things I enjoy don't seem to be the things other people enjoy, which would be fine, except it's not the case that following my introverted little heart will lead to my own peculiar place of satisfaction; imagine "just follow your heart" as dieting advice.
What I'm proposing, from here at least, sounds like doing things I can't stand, and refraining from doing things I don't hate, in hopes that this will make me not miserable; I believe psychologists refer to this as trusting the process.
Might help if my process wasn't just me making shit up as I go along.
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