I think it’s important to note that being entertained – similarly, being amused, laughing, or joking around – can all be done whilst being quite depressed. I mope around a lot. And I can still look at memes, and feel trapped in a black hole, simultaneously. It is very, very possible. I can not be in the middle of a hyperventilating breakdown, and instantly laugh at a hilarious picture on Reddit. But I can wake up one morning, know that I don’t want to live, turn on the telly, and amuse myself for an hour or two. Immediately when I saw this prompt, it made me think of people laughing, and obviously having a good time. For me, it is slightly different. I can go out and enjoy myself, before returning to my abode and feeling miserable again. I can distract myself with addictive scrolling through Instagram, but that entertainment doesn’t really give me anything. It just bounces off my surface. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. But I certainly don’t take anything from it. I guess entertainment means different things to different people. For me, it means: occupying, beguiling, and engrossing myself. Because it can be very soothing to watch Made of Honour for the ninth time. Patrick Dempsey won’t rid me of my grief, but he is rather nice to look at.