Well, here I am at Perth airport, whiling away 5 hours waiting for my flight home. Wow, Perth airport is only slightly better than Hobart airport. Unless you like 12 hour-old fridge sandwiches and fried shit accompanied with so much grease that you could practice your backstroke across the terminal floor in it.
There are, however, that most rare and precious of commodities at any airport - POWERPOINTS.
I'm plugged into one now as I type this on my tiny iPhone keyboard, wishing I'd brought the laptop, cursing my stupidity.
Then I remember that my laptop went to computer heaven a few months back anyway.
So here I am, at Perth airport, typing away with my stylus on a tiny screen, covered in a thin layer of chip grease. I'm making the most of things. Staying positive. These five hours give me time to get some stuff done.
In the last two weeks I've come in contact with a lot of very positive people. I like positive people; but I don't like the people who are endlessly cheery and energetic.
You know the types I mean.
YES I AM HAPPY AND ENERGETIC AND YOU ONLY GET OUT OF LIFE WHAT YOU PUT IN SO I AM ALWAYS SO FUCKING HAPPY SEE MY RICTUS GRIN OF ENDLESS POSITIVITY I AM SO AWESOME!
It may come as no surprise to you that this doesn't work for me. I don't have bottomless supplies of energy, positive or otherwise. I'm not convinced they do either. Are they serious? I don't think anyone can maintain that stuff sincerely all the time.
My theory of these people is the same for those who are always serene, forgiving and calm; they're lying and one day someone will dig up their basements and discover the ugly truth and all those uplifting memes were just a smoke-screen.
Or maybe I'm just jealous.
Either way, although today I feel positive, I know that won't last and I'm quite happy being the emotional train wreck that I am. I don't have the energy to be anything else.
DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO IS RELENTLESSLY POSITIVE?
DO YOU BELIEVE THEM?
