I totally thought my dad was exaggerating. No *wonder* people think I am unhinged from reality and are occasionally annoyed. (And probably also why I can get *so* overwhelmed in the face of bouts of non-squeeeful emotions -- so perhaps a bit of a night-and-day pollyanna)
Mumsey and I are, like the wenches we are, gossipping about co-workers who are all "Life is awful and will never get any better so why do I even TRY" and very negative about some of the recent changes at work.
Me: "But it's easy for me to be so positive, because so much good stuff is always happening to me."
Mumsey: "You know, some people might having a debilitating illness overrun your life for two and a half years to be something negative."
Me: "... I hadn't thought of that."
*feels vaguely ridiculous*
I blame the asthma drugs. Aerosol gleee!
p.s. The bostonglobe.com headline today is just YES!!!. I find it wonderful that even the reporters couldn't come up with something more coherent to say :)