Tuesday, May 17, 2011
I find perpetually chirpy-perky, happy-happy people irritating. I also find snippy, morbidly abrasive people irritating. Have I reached the curmudgeon stage of life? Where everything is irritating? No! It's irritating to even think so. There is much to be said for the nirvana of a happy medium. I just need to stay in close proximity to smack-dab in the middle so none of the extremes rub off on me. There are times -- numerous times -- when zoning out stands on its own.
Anybody disagree? If so, please proceed to do so -- but pleasantly. And quietly!