Optimism is for Amateurs

Happy people, particularly those in love (an especially annoying breed), never understand the effect they have on souls with dispositions less sunny that theirs. They are incapable of comprehending why all their syrupy effrontery - all that saliva, sugar and perspiration - might offend the rest of us. When I say the "rest of us," I mean those of us who understand that life is not all lemon light and sun and gloss. Eternal optimism is a psychosis. That's right kids, sometimes life just blows chunks. Most of the time there is no light at the end of the tunnel, no sliver lining. We're just bumbling around in the dark, overlapping, nudging, bumping into each other without ever making any real connections. And let's face it, we like it that way. Real intimacy freaks us out.

If you find yourself nodding in agreement, welcome home. You are my people. If, however, you find yourself rolling your eyes and sighing heavily or feeling sorry for me and my "negative attitude," you should probably stop reading now because it's only going to get worse.