You know, it just happens - it does. You wait it out. You indulge in melodramatic thoughts and maybe a few melodramatic words (but don't overdo it). You adjust the soundtrack of your mind to a suitably melancholy playlist.

But the small part of your brain that remains reliable knows: it's of no more consequence than the weather.

No matter how goddamn beige your life may be, you'll still get the blues.