Do you know people who are sunny all the time? The cynic in me wonders if they are really all that happy or are they high. When I wake up in the morning, please don’t ask me any questions until I have had at least 2 cups of coffee and even then keep the questions to a minimum. It’s one thing that I have to, at the ass-crack of dawn, search for socks that match focusing my complete attention to that task and another being asked for a jeopardy question without the infusion of caffeine. I turn into grumpy Gus. Not forever, just for a half hour or so. Then I am good to go. Anyway, getting back to perpetually high, er upbeat people…they kind of remind me of secret serial killers. I don’t have anything against being happy. I think that’s what I should try to be but I more often than not, fall short. Is it a bad thing to have a bad day? I do have bad whole days. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s being asked too many freakin questions too early in the morning.
1 And this is the false argument they use, ‘Our life is short and dreary, there is no remedy when our end comes, no one is known to have come back from Hades.
12 Let us lay traps for the upright man, since he annoys us and opposes our way of life, reproaches us for our sins against the Law, and accuses us of sins against our upbringing. (Wisdom 2:1,12)
So we muddle through trying not to be wary of the serial-killer-he-was-such-a-quiet-neighbor-we-didn’t-know type people. Meanwhile, I need an espresso.
…and so it goes