I was hungry
A sense of humour is essential.
Today?
I thought I lost mine.
I was standing in a line up.
Hungry.
Hangry really.
In front of me?
A loving couple.
And someone having agreatbigwonderfulday! (woo!)
No.
Someone insisting on EVERYBODY they spoke to on having agreatbigwonderfulday.
Me? Polite.
And hungry.
Hangry really.
But still. Polite. Insisting on being polite.
And hungry.
Hangry really.
Seven minutes.
I timed it.
Seven minutes to order a shared lunch for two
At a counter.
Pollyanna was on fire.
This person.
They were playing such a high note
(and I was grumpy by then)
That I needed to insist.
Insist on being an Eyore as a counterpoint to his Pollyanna.
I needed to insist on pouting.
Why?
These happy people?
The putrid perpetually happy people?
They are not happy people.
They are terrorists.
These emotional fundamentalists are militantly intolerant of the diverse range of emotions and experiences available to we humans.
They really are not ‘happy’.
They are simply working to change the field of experience to suppo…
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