Do as much as you can. Do shit that other people would consider “weird” or “dumb” like getting a cheap weave, disguising your gender, changing jobs frequently, getting fired, traveling through the Sahel by yourself on a motorbike, drinking in the morning, growing your nails two inches long, majoring in mortuary science, and/or taking the last bus of the day to the end of the line in the suburbs with no way to get back home.
My own depression was treated, with varying success, with Prozac, talk therapy, alcohol, marijuana, and nitrous oxide inhaled from Redi-Whip cans.
You don’t really go out drinking. Well, you do, but you have like one or two drinks and call it a night. There was never a point in your life when you had to have a sip of vodka first thing in the morning to stop the shakes. You find drunkenness rather distasteful, or at least beside the point.
If you are in possession of preexisting sexiness, you can just go up there and sing. (Don’t assume you’re sexy unless multiple people per week tell you so.) If not, you’ll need to put in a little extra effort. Practice blasé aloofness, or crotch-grabbing gestures that are funny and brazen because you are so clearly unsexy.