Find someone worse off and either laugh at or help them. Either one seems to work just fine.
I don’t even know when I’m stressed, though. People say I must be, and I look at them with teary eyes and disdain as they fail to unload their life worries on my humpback.
working out a bit every day keeps me in a pretty good mood, especially running. i read somewhere about a cool eskimo custom in which a person who was feeling angry would walk away from the village and once they had walked off there anger and felt fine, they would make some kind of mark in the snow to show the strength of their anger