Today’s strip poses the existential, time-travel-convoluted question “Am we happy?”—or is that “Are I happy?”
Clearly Cindy will never have read The Antidote: Happiness For People Who Can’t Stand Positive Thinking, which you’d think would be required reading at Westview High, were it not for the ban on happiness of any kind, and probably the school levy failing.
Although… Cindy ought to be happy, given that her female existence has been validated by Mason Jarr, a man, coming into her life.
Mason arrived in Cindy’s life inexplicably, I might add, but needn’t, because everything in Funky Winkerbean is inexplicable. You know what else is inexplicable?
- It’s still the evening of July 5. Talk about time paradoxes!
- The older versions of the characters don’t remember this event (except possible Crazy Harry).
- The older versions of the characters offer no useful advice. Here’s a thought for title character Funky Winkerbean: “Hey, kid, you don’t know it yet, but you’re an alcoholic; please don’t ever touch the stuff!” (Alternatively: “Kid, my advice is to start drinking heavily!”)
- Young Funky doesn’t recognize old Funky from the Starbuck Jones–cellphone girl incident.
So… Cindy is going to be the latest character to be revealed—mirabile dictu—to suffer from depression, or self-doubt, or impostor syndrome. Why isn’t Le Chat Bleu there to taunt her?