I just wanted to say a huge thank you to the wonderful lady who offered me a ride home from the Quinpool superstore the other day! Although I couldn’t accept your offer, your kindness totally made my day. I have to admit that sometimes the Halifax weather gets me down…but the kindness of strangers in this city never fails to amaze and inspire me. 🙂 —Definitely picked the right place to go to school
This article appears in Jan 15-21, 2015.
Now I am all one for moral progress and peace upon mankind, though I cannot help but feel inflated optimism to be slightly, well, ‘creepy’ would do well, even sublimely uncouth. Hypomanic and neurotic personalities usually manifest such deranged propensities( like a Richard Simmons or a Hal Johnson: people who would not suprise me at all if they had a few bodies in the freezer…).
I know I sound like an old grinch but put away the pitchforks for a sec and consider what I’m driving at. Far more relevant to moral and societal progress is realism more than optimism, which always seems to tiptoe into Neverland, conjuring disturbing mental-images of, say, The Tanner Family from ‘Full House’ or some other bombastically unrealistic human template.
You ever meet those seemingly happy, smiling, head-cocked-to-the-side ‘optimistic’ types who give you nausea and provoke a rolling-eye reflex because you know their just full of shit?
A wise man once said: ” You can’t fake quality anymore than you can fake a great meal”
Not to sound too Caulfield, but I do believe I have a point….