crash and burn

so I have just been told I am suffering from Burn Out. I googled Burn Out and had 133,000,000 hits... I guess it must be real then? Do you know what the (Professional) advice was? Do whatever I want to do, whenever I want to do it. But, I stammered in my faulty dutch... isn't that half the problem? I don't want to do anything. I really have no interest or fun in anything. Then do nothing, came the prompt reply. Further questioning, half piss taking from myself, resulted in the suggestion that I get drunk and flirt. Really??? I was told in no uncertain terms, my responsibility was only to myself and my own happiness and satisfaction. Whatever the consequences, I queried? Apparently. Well, no wonder the world is in such a poo state then? If the answer to feeling a bit down is to unleash an avalanche of self indulgent and selfish pleasure seeking behaviour, won't that...er, result in yet more misery? Or is it a ploy? Make you really go off the rails on a voyage of hedonistic self discovery and therefore realise by default that actually, your own civilized living is infinitely better than say, navel gazing in a 3rd world hovel halfway up a mountain whilst off your head on local substances? Or that a hot 'n sleazy affair with some 'young, dumb and full of come' bar tender will cause a domino effect on the happiness of your immediate family? mmm, let me think... 
So, a mission. In search of real tangible happiness increasers. Well, I know music is one, and laughter, and food, and little kittehs; so I should ideally shut myself in a room full of kittehs, chocolate and a massive home entertainment system? But.. that is already my daily life! Then there is no hope for me. 

What happened to 'Keep Calm and Carry On' or 'this too will pass'?

BFF

When we were young, we made friends based on our tastes in sweets, games and TV programmes If you didn't like Swap Shop and Spangles, or ponies and klackers? bye bye.. In our teens, it was more likely to be clothes, music and fashion - until Punk became more rigid in it's rules than what we invented it for in the first place.. In our twenties and thirties? films, food, wine and comedy, holiday destinations, interior design and childrens names; ie Taste, or our personal narrow definition of it. Now life is shorter and more precious I have become stricter and more fussy. From now on, all my friendships and ties will be based on whether I want you on my team in a Zombie Apocalypse.
I won't lie, some of the people I currently associate with will be useful purely as bait, cannon fodder and ballast. But I am nothing if not fiercely loyal, so though my choices may appear random they matter to me. 
I may not agree with your curious affection for a particular type of music, I will let you off if you are a dab hand at carpentry. If someone is a smoker or a pot head, but can knock up a skillful catapult out of knicker elastic and wooden spoons, they can stay. If you are honest and good and true, and do not care whether my roots have been touched up in months; if you cannot tell whether I have vacuumed my house or not, because you came to see US and not inspect my dusty nooks; if you are yourself and let me be myself? it's a win/win situation. I've got your back, and will happily blow away your zombies too.
hm, now I had better make sure I am the friend people want on their team too. It's only fair.